At sea at last
Well at last, there's my boat, I am on it with my son John and his friend Thomas and the three of us are on the boats maiden voyage, it was fun and a little scary, we almost turned it over a couple of time and the water is very cold, but we kept it up and made it back to the pier, and I am overjoyed. It was as much fun as I had hoped and we spent the afternoon in this small city lake.
Here I am the captain of my boat, with that distant stare of the sailor in my eye and anxious for liberty call. Carol brought us lunch so we had a picnic at the lake and when I feel more competent I will be taking the first mate out with me. She said she is ready when I feel I can go out and not turn the darn thing over.
I must write a poem about the event but I will have to think a little, thanks for all the loyal support from my blog mates, and a happy easter and passover to you all.
Here is the poem I wrote about this adventure, I call it
Sailing
Bolt this, lash that
Tighten, loosen
Raise, lower
Rock right, rock left
Hold on, hold your breath
Nervous a little, a lot
Waters very cold
Freeze
The bold, the careless
The sail tightens
Heart races
Up and up
We
The boat and me
Climb, the crew shifts
We come level
Fast and faster
In or out
Of control
The pier
We miss it
Try again
At last
Solid ground
Back aboard
Try some more
I love it
Thrills and
Chills
By pattycake65, Apr 12 09 8:57 PM
Sounds like a lot of hard work but a lot of fun.I've gone out on a boat on a lake many years ago and thoroughly enjoyed it. Enjoyed your blog, Pat