To the bow, clipped on fast, <br />hanks off now, numb fingers fiddle. <br />Let fly that halliard, let fly, <br />crumple down to engulf me. <br /> <br />Push it down, pack it away, <br />out of the bag and onto the stay. <br />Bowline tight, get it up quick, <br />and then it flies, my sturdy sail. <br /> <br />Sail sail away from that shore, <br />leave that life behind. <br />The future's on the horizon, <br />little sweet one, your future's gonna be fine.<br /><br />Claudia Fitzgerald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-not-afraid-of-storms-for-i-m-learning-to-sail-my-ship-louisa-may-alcott/
