and chants...a fine sailors' art, so here's one from a new member
....and an old sailing fart.
Two people heading on a separate course chance to meet in this ocean of time.
Comparing notes from distant seas, lost
the rhetoric to live the rhyme.
Calm and content, we float on our feelings, lulled by the rhythmic sea.
As storm clouds gather off the windward shore, we stay cuddled on the lee.
A restless wind
soon fills the sails
, lifting anchor
We talk of future ports
to call, and just maybe, I'll see you there.
I'll hold this moment close, for every sailor knows you just can't predict the sea.
As I enter in the log this special note....that once, you sailed with me.
Fair winds to far horizons!
(Eskimo word for "thank you").....
and I do.