The Lure of the Sea
The lure of the sea
is a mixed bag for sure;
when you’ve got the bug,
there’s simply no cure.
On a rough day, when it’s stormy,
like a magical spell,
but watch out on those warm days,
with the long, rolling swells.
With the wind in your hair
and the spray in your face,
the whitecaps keep you busy
at a frenetic pace.
But when you hit the doldrums,
with a glassy, calm sheen,
it’s those infrequent rollers
that will turn your face green.
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H/T to Gershon Wolf for his poem by the same name which got me reminiscing about sailing with my father...
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