Boatry
I like flags.
Do
a Set
fore Sails
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
like of
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
down, swimming
deep beneath
the sea.
(John Simlett,2005)
the sea.
(John Simlett,2005)
Great! Hugs, Valerie
ReplyDeleteLove the poem!
ReplyDeleteNice meet you dear John, with your poem and your blue boat!!!You look so happy!!!
ReplyDeleteMagnifique ! Bravo, John.
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