My first boat... (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 15, 2019

I'm not much of a sailor but I know this much ...
It's not the size of the boat that matters,
it's the motion of the ocean.

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on August 12, 2019

It's sad but true, they would text the coast guard and expect to be saved , and would not even think to remove the water, even with there 1 gallon water bottles. And this assuming they figured out how to actually be out of sight from the dock.

Lol

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on August 11, 2019

Your words bring fond memories of baling water out of a boat! I must admit those were some of the best days of my life!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on August 11, 2019

Great poetic memories. I loved boats when I was a teen and I always will. Had my share of leakers, transom cracks, high risers overheating and assorted other quirks. All my boats had problems but they never failed to get me back home, even if it was chugging at 5 knots. I called it an adventure and it still is. Nice!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 11, 2019

That boat reminded me of what we used to fish with in the small lakes in Wisconsin. The thought of taking that Leaky Teaky, plastic, not teak, out over the horizon on the ocean to fish, is an invitation to drown, like what happened to my brother's fishing buddy when he went out alone off the coast of New Jersey with a much better equipped fishing boat for blues.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on August 11, 2019

Dare I say it, Whatever floats your boat. (sorry, I couldn't resist)

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on August 11, 2019

Taking a leaky little boat out past the horizon takes some big clanging brass Ed. Brings back some good memories. I did things when I was younger too that I would never even consider now. Always liked boats. Had a Bass boat once. Love the ocean and lakes. June Lake, up in the Sierras, is one of our favorites. Vallecito Lake, outside Durango in Colorado, is another. Hope you're well. Thanks for sharing. rlc

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on August 10, 2019

Ah those Evinrude motors were class, no? Never had a boat and never wanted to own one; but I do like boats, and there is nothing quite like floating down the river, lake or stream, especially in New England where I grew up. Thanks for the memory, Ed.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on August 10, 2019

Great memories, Ed. My ancestors were fishermen from Brittany, France who crossed the Atlantic to fish for cod on the Grand Banks off Newfoundland. A number of them perished in the wicked storms of the north Atlantic. So you see, I can relate to some degree, although I am more of a mountain man than a seafarer. Love and peace to you,

Regis.