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Comment by ___/)ances With Sails on May 11, 2009 at 7:57pm

Natural High,

Butterflies swarm, waters warm, dog here by my side.
Assaying a sea grinning with glee, only me I confide.
Soused alas, courage at last, stepping taut the mast.
Barred at lee, shelf is flat, dog is nimble as a cat.
On-lookers stare, astonished in glare, charisma lays now on my steed -for savvy men summon, ‘Ye yield to this gift of old.’
Sculling and trimming, to scully some more; avoids the fate of running ashore.
Dog heals weather, hull bites further, we lift to a pleasurable front.

A day well spent, taxes paid, dog plumb tuckered -thar he laid.

Butterflies swarm, no one to harm, yet shelf -still much flat.
Abated wind, no sails to trim, irrefutable scully thus far.
Ashore we land, toast in hand, Butterflies no more.
-L.Hill

Comment by ___/)ances With Sails on May 11, 2009 at 7:54pm

WHAT A BIG DIFFRENCE THE WIND MAKES IN OUR LIVES
PERHAPS THE BEST THING SINCE RIGOROUS WIVES
WHEN HOT IT CAN CHILL.
CLEAR THE SKY TO A STILL
NEVER ENDING CHANGE
EXPOSING THE SUN TO HEAT THE EARTH
BRINGING A FORCE FROM THE RANGE
A FORCE FROM THE RANGE TO THE WATERS OF BLUE

HOW BRIGHT CAN ONE BE
TO BE BLOWN ACROSS THE SEA
WITH SO MUCH TO CONSIDER
LIKE LAND AND THE WEATHER
IMAGINE THE MIND AS BUSY CAN BE
NO TIME TO SLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA
DATED WAY BACK TO THE BEGINNING OF TIME
YEARLY VOYAGES FOR SPICES AS THYME
HARNESSED FOR WORK AND FOR PLAY TOO
RACES WERE WON THE HARDER THE WIND BLEW
NOT TO SOUND AS IF IT’S ALL IN THE PAST
TODAY THEY HOIST AND STILL MAKE FAST
WISH I WAS SAILING EVEN AS YOU READ
MAYBE I AM ABOARD MY WIND BORN STEED
WITH A LITTLE BIT OF EFFORT
IT’S NOTHING FOR A STEPPER
LITTLE FOR SOME, LOTTA FOR OTHERS
FOREVER THANKFUL FOR OUR BROTHERS
FOR PASSING IT DOWN THAT KNOWLEDGE TO SAIL
AND TO THE ONE WITH SENSE TO BRING A BUCKET TO BAIL
THE WATER TAKEN IN
AS WE HEAL WITH THE WIND
FORCING BODIES WEATHER WAY AND OVER THE SIDE
CATCHING THE BOW WAVE
MAKING USE OF THE TIDE
EFFECT OF THE WIND
HEAR WE MENTION AGAIN...
-L.Hill

Comment by ___/)ances With Sails on May 11, 2009 at 7:46pm

To My Dog

We lay up all winter wondering where the times go,
Wishing for a freeze or the lightest of snow.
Just for a change ‘lets put on our coats’
Get away from the things that get our goat.
Anticipating spring so we can do our thing
That ye dream about each all day.
Though I call your name it is not the same
As when we run so hard and stray.
Snow melts away, trees all bloom,
Birds are singing –no more gloom.
Wind is kicking pollen in the air
Allergies upset -we don’t care!
Head for the open, far from the bush
Reach for the limits then harder we’ll push!
You fair well, there on your watch
That spring in your step each time we launch.
-L. Hill

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