To The Boat, Upon Leaving Lake Lanier For Its First And Last Time
At last you leave this locked green lake
And voyage to the ocean blue
And leave your loved ones in your wake
And fill the loss with stories new.
Like cag'ed birds released to wing
To some far shore, some unfilled need
Where you and I were meant to sing
The song of sailboats freed.
By Ben Ethridge - June 2012
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Ben Ethridge
Miami, FL
1984 MK1 Hull# 263
Nice Ben,
How about this one.
I harken the days of brisk winds and sky's of blue.
The days for sure of greater economic security.
Days before Wall Street fell to submission
Home values plummeted like anchors it's true.
Now I find my lovely vessel occupies her spot in the marina
Tugging on her dock lines more often than not.
Less and less time to devote to her and any voyaging thought.
Her up keep and mortgage have me and the family eating Purina.
Supporting two sons as they go off to school.
The home I built twenty five years ago competes for attention.
World economy increses the tension, business climite adds apprehension.
The boat and the sea are some of my loves, does maintaining the affair make me a fool?
Cepheus dream
C36 MK I # 825
MK I Tech Editor No Mas