Sails
Sailing ships race through the water with beautiful grace and form.
Catching wind, sheets move the vessel fast over bad seas that churn.
She will pitch, rolling from side as to side, in a raging storm.
Facing hard time, bow dips deep in the brine for expectant turn,
needing to stay on this heading till captain's command some learn.
Bowsprit proud, showing Columbia crashing through waves that cap.
Pennant on high to wind, streaking for goal crew minds do yearn.
Clipper's fast voyage to distant far places that scale the map.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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