Becoming Nautical
Winched straight from a sailor’s dreams,
from bow to aft our ship just gleams.
Mast, rigging and sails trimmed to go.
Halyards coiled neatly, just for show.
Drifting leeward, downwind of us,
a powerboat was in distress,
signalling an SOS.
By blind poet
© 2009 blind poet
(All rights reserved)
Aft – Bow – Downwind - Halyard – Leeward - Mast - Power –
Rigging - Trim – Winch
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