Inspired by a 'yachtie' who named their entry in the Sydney to Hobart Yacht race "Heaven can Wait", which captures the sheer joy of sailing to devotees, and the seafarer rite to generous help for which 'nothing is too much trouble'.
Dawn breaks ruby red, windy day in sight. Sailors scorning its warning, grab a bite Pack their gear, rush to yacht, hoist sails upright. Sea weathered mates, love to join the fight Against wind and waves to drive yachts to flight. Discomfort ignored, sailing sheer delight For salted down folk, which fair winds ignite, To crew on helm, winch, fore and aft alike. Lovely folk for which the tussle and fight, Fosters heavenly help when woeful plight Strands boaties in trouble, with fear and fright. Nothing too much trouble - seafarer rite.
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