The Harbor wind's song played on in our hearts <br />As we bobbed in our baby dinghy in the blue bay. <br />All morning long we sailed on with happy hearts. <br /> <br />Sporadic clouds peeled shadows off dockhand carts: <br />We thrilled in trills of gulls and terns above the bay. <br />The harbor wind's song played on in our hearts. <br /> <br />We were skippers of our dinghy, sporting our parts. <br />Tack port! No, starboard! Buoy, port side bow! Oy vey! <br />All sea sun long we sailed on with happy hearts. <br /> <br />Cool breezes blew our dinghy to coves across the charts; <br />We sifted winded sails, sipped wine all winsome day. <br />The harbor wind's song played on in our hearts. <br /> <br />The sun tumbled: we tacked for clubs past marts <br />And feasted on mariners' tales of a bygone day. <br />All evening long we sailed on with happy hearts. <br /> <br />We reveled in rhythmic peals of mast slapping halyards <br />And lapping ripples mooring mirrored lights in the bay. <br />The harbor wind's song played on in our hearts; <br />All misted moon long we sailed on with happy hearts.<br /><br />Richard Deets<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-sailed-on-with-happy-hearts/
