The Sailor
I long to feel the lifting deck
Soar o'er the waves as on we trek
wind in the face and to exult
elation, joy, the end result.
No feeling like this anywhere
the unwary novice it will ensnare
and once the spell has been absorbed
life changing feelings will not be curbed.
At times when seas are out of hand,
and gales of wind scream off the land,
when racing 'fore at furious pace,
Exhilaration finds its place.
Spirits soar and feelings glide,
as force and balance coincide,
and thoughts that this must surely be,
attainment of life's epitome.
A landsman knows not the emotion,
that lilting, soaring, locomotion,
brings to enlightened men like me,
who experience the pull of the sea.
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