The Safari, she was bristol
At seventy-two feet
Twin Cummins pushed forty-five tons
Of mahogany and teak
I fell in love at her first sight
the purest I had known
This grand lady of the sea
Soon came to be my own
She taught this young man patience
She responded to my touch
We pushed each other’s limits
Sometimes a bit too much
Perhaps it was just petulance
Or maybe youthful greed
I wanted more than she could give
When she no longer filled my needs
Her new masters took her far away
A trip she’d made before
Down the coast through Panama
Toward the Puerto Rican shore
I believe that they were foolish
And I think she felt betrayed
When they sailed into a hurricane
that sent them to a deep dark grave
I can’t help feeling guilty
not about that careless crew
But for the one I had forsaken
The first grand lady that I knew
Copyright ©2004 Edwin Dante Larson