On Sailing
written by: Mike Turner
One hand on tiller
One on the sheet
Rail down and buried
Water foams at my feet
South to bay’s entrance
Thence to the sea
On board my schooner
Where I’m meant to be
Sail towards Earth’s edges
Through night and day
Sun, Moon and bright stars
Guiding my way
Bound for the promise
Of tropical isles
Latitude, longitude
Nautical miles
Whence drop the anchor
Where I shall rest
On white sand beaches
The swaying palms’ guest
One day’s a lifetime
Where seren’ty abides
Tomorrow drop mooring
And sail with the tides
Onward and onward
Till ‘tis all I’ve known
Circumnavigation
With the oceans my home
Until I make crossing
To God’s distant shore
Where I’ll find new horizons
To sail evermore
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