The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn <br />Under the hand of the village barber, <br />And her in the angle of house and barn <br />His deep-sea dory has found a harbor. <br /> <br />At anchor she rides the sunny sod <br />As full to the gunnel of flowers growing <br />As ever she turned her home with cod <br />From George's bank when winds were blowing. <br /> <br />And I judge from that elysian freight <br />That all they ask is rougher weather, <br />And dory and master will sail by fate <br />To seek the Happy Isles together.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flower-boat/
