Waves against the hull,
Do of me to sleep lull,
No other sound till morn,
Then of the scavenging gull,
Such a better place exists not,
To over life’s stresses mull…
A patting on the cabin roof,
Over night a wayward shower,
Nothing though to away from cower,
Just another of Natures nuances,
To find enjoyment, never do they of me sour…
Awake with the dawn,
With one final stretch & yawn,
All manner of nightmarish dreams gone,
On the shore within sight, a mother & her fawn,
Just off the stern during breakfast, two curious swan…
© ed 7/4/09
I do miss it, thanks for the memories
The Buzzard
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Ron
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Newfie hugs, Rose
EDvard(k) the Old Sailor Brother
Regis