I like flags.
sail is Flapping
not for sale In the wind.
you may find Makes one think
that you need it Of flying far off like
rather badly in a Some Albatross set free
wind or in a gale From land and those grassy ties
I and without it find That shore can bring, although I do
do others quickly up your tail Like being a landlocked Shipwright it's part
boatbuilding it's my
such a large part of my life. I love the smell of the wood as I cut and plane it.
Listen to the music of the parts that go to make a boat, each such poetry:
tumblehome and transom; hog and hogson; apron and the thwart
gutter and garboard strakes of planking: clinker & hard chine
but alas, without a keel,
where would we be?
capsized and upside