Young Sailors Dreams

There is a young man who loved the sea He could read the stars and winds by age three He loved to venture along the Alaska shores Leaning the ocean at the age of four He would read of the sea and mother natures storms How quickly, from nowhere, the clouds could form He was ready to go at an early age But school would be the turning page As a small boy, he had dreams of the sea A captain of a ship was what he would be School work and parents were the anchors on land His thoughts were to be a sea sailing man At night he would dream of being at sea Salt water in his face, his thoughts were free His sea shells were falling from his nightstand jar Still wearing his pajamas, he didn't get far But this little sailor will set sail someday He's learning to be a captain along the way Yes, one day, he'll have his boat But for now, in the tub, the plastic ones float He may be small, but ideas are big When he sets sail one day, he will control the rig Big white sails full of wet summer breeze This grown-up man now holds the sea. William L Pickard Photo provided by Carolyn Muscle The sailor is Wallace Johnson, her grandson.