Sailing With Winds That Blew On Blue

Defrocked yachts on moorings in the bay Pull at tethers like dogs yearning for a walk The ruffled blue waters, rippling white glary glints Sea of sparkles, gentle tiny flashing lights like town twinkling at night. Listen closely as the bobbling yachts creak, groan, rock and lilt Whispering and murmuring sea shanties to each other. Hoist the main, unfurl the jib Drop the mooring rope, unleash the boat to sail. Horses loves to run, sailboats loves to sail Straining, heeling over, yielding to wind But contriving to trick the wind to grab its power To drive the yacht forward through the sea. The waves are sliced through, and surface waters parted As the sailboat flings delightfully forward Relishing the sail, frolicking with crew Sailing free on true blue waters With true and steady winds, that blew and blew on blue all day.