Preference For Dry Land
Please don’t rock the boat as you have before.
It is an awfully long swim to shore.
Our boat has gone out with the last tide.
I would like to get safely to the other side.
The wind has caught our sails as we are moving along.
If we stay afloat, then we can do no wrong.
I will not rest until our vessel reaches the sand.
There is something I won’t deny: I prefer dry land.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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