He stood on the deck, <br />the sun, shining on his face. <br /> <br />The sails billowed as they took up the force of the wind, <br />driving the boat forward. <br /> <br />He felt a lifting of his spirits, a freedom <br />he hadn't felt for a long, long time. <br /> <br />All this space. <br />The sea, and the sky. <br />Unbelievable, in their dimensions. <br /> <br />To sail away, to be reborn, <br />perhaps in another time, another world. <br /> <br />'What do you think of her, Sir'? <br />The voice brought him back to reality. <br /> <br />'Oh! Very nice indeed, a beautiful craft'. <br /> <br />'Any thoughts on a purchase, Sir'? <br /> <br />'Thoughts' Yes', he answered, <br />'But cost wise, she's a little beyond my pocket'. <br /> <br />'Well Sir. Perhaps we could interest you <br />in something a little smaller'. <br /> <br />'Perhaps', was his reply, <br />'How about a canoe'! <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sail-away/
