Topic: My Tribute To Monday Mornings and the SF Bay | |
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Awaken on a Monday morning
The fog has set without a warning Where did I park the damn boat anyway But after coffee's several passes Though your mind is moving as molasses So begins another weeks first day You chuck the lines and start the outboard Back on up and thank the good lord There's wind enough to let you use your sails You clear the mooring and the docks Set your course for distant rocks And hope the pumps below will work and bail You've made it past the harbor mouth And know your course is heading south You kill the prop and as the sea slides past You struggle with the slipcord knots And slip the cover from its slots And run that big old mainsail up the mast The wind is now just like a lover Fills the sail and you rediscover The power creaking from the wooden bow And with a kiss from Neptune's daughter Your craft does fly across the water A living beast that rides the depths below With the wooden ships wheel in your hand Once again you make a stand To capture the very winds that make you move Part man and partly buccaneer The wind and sun help you to steer And once again the laws of the sea you prove A sea lion jumps there off to port As if your boat to try to court You tack to starboard just his path to free And there off in the distant view Where the flock of seagulls flew Floats your marker, gently bobbing in the sea With rudder lean and breeze released Your tack to starboard has increased And you make it look like a walk in the park You have something none can see A proper ocean strategy And hit the turn at just the proper arc With hands a flying and back relaxed You hit the lines and move them back And prepare to duck when the yard arm starts to go You've done this feat a hundred times Your motions fluid, your call, it chimes Sailor,Prepare to jibe JIBE HO! You slip the corner smooth as silk And though the wind it tries to bilk Your line handling quickly writes the check The wind is soon right off the scale And oilcloth billows at full sail And throws a mighty shadow on the deck Behind a pair of Bole shades You watch your own show of escapades Your race is with the very sea you sail The sun is high, azure the sky As you watch seaweed streaking by It's safe to say the check is in the mail Your grip is tight upon the wheel Your rudder taut behind the keel Your flag is whipping as the wind flies past You fight the breeze yet feel secure For providence had you procure A shiny silver coin beneath the mast The morning fog has all burned off For the Golden Gate your cap you doff And wave a single hand for those spectators Then your attentions on the task at hand As you yourself have your craft manned And it is you who will alone face yourself later You stand over decks of teak And know the feeling that you seek The way the sun and wind are worn upon your brow The freedom's priceless that you find Like Drake did on his Golden Hind As the ocean water slides beneath your prow There is no thought of yesterday And tomorrow's not yet made it's way Your mind is focused quite completely on the now The sea surrounds you and your boat Just like a castle in a moat A pirate lives again within your skin somehow And with a patch upon one eye Your dagger strapped upon your thigh The Jolly Roger flying high above your mast You dream of treasure found by plunder And all the ships that got pulled under When roamed the pirates on the briny sea so vast Again you see the sea lions jump And feel your heart begin to thump As you spot the ribbon marker up ahead Your craft is hungry on the sea And glides through whitecaps gracefully And seems to know the way to go as if it's led As you shoot past the finish line It's time for smiles and cold wine Another trophy check sure to find a banker Before too long you'll race no more And you'll hop onto the shore And leave your craft to pull upon its anchor Still, each time the ocean fills your gaze Your heart will drift back to the days When pirate captains sailed with an iron will And with the brisk wind on your cheek You'll chase the freedom that you seek And always find that special ocean thrill ©MM |
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No one liked this epic poem?
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Romantic, thoughtful, imaginative, and awesome...very good.
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Thank you, creating that was challenging
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