The Linda-Marie

The Linda-Marie I venture on down to the harbor, smelling the salt of the sea Where waiting in anticipation is my sloop the Linda-Marie In silence she sits while I board her, and cast her lines aside Like a colt running free in the meadow, she strains to be untied Slowly we move through the water, heading on out to the sea I thrill at the freedom that grips me, on the sloop called the Linda-Marie The wind is stiff from the starboard, the breakwater now far astern The ocean is waiting to greet us, we hear the shrill call of a tern As we address a headwind, filling out the sails The Linda-Marie meets the challenge, as against the whitecaps she rails Yawing to hold her position, she rises to meet each new swell We hold our course at eight knots, a speed she handles well Time I'm afraid is fleeting, and to soon we must return Ending our adventure, once again the ocean spurned We bump against the pilings, making sure she can't break free I relish the time spent together, just me and the Linda-Marie