Sailing From Frisco

Leaving the Golden Gate behind us heading into the open sea I vigorously wave back from the sun deck uppermost her funnel capped by distinctive yellow welsh bonnet seeming close but easily clears the span with room to spare ahead lies the broad blue open sea one always imagines tomorrow will shine it is a beautiful breezy day morning wishes shone shining clear and calm splashed now some forty years or more in its auric haze still I am rocked to the sea-beat of life in my ears