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Rapture of Sailing
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by Maria Reed-Shore |
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I sail at eventide
Not far from land
Listen to the water swishing
As boat breaks through saline
I skim in silence
Silver thoughts with wind violin
Easing my displeasure
With gentle dreams
I love the foamy sea
With its emotion rushing in
The soothing siren's call
No longer pierce my ears
I only hear the sails singing
To capture and breeze therein
So I may continue to dream
With rapture of sailing. |
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November 19, 2010 |
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This is a BEAUTIFUL poem, Maria. Makes you just want to get on that boat and go sailing. What freedom!!!
I can so sense the water and air and peace!!
Nancy
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