I see a distant border
I taste a far off sea
There is no land lorder
No payment or fee
That will stop me
slow me
deter me
from what I seek.
The trail is not for tears
The frail will be steeled
The trial we will not fears
The sail outrigged and dereeled
The flying canvas is unfurled
displayed
remasted
racing to the peak.
The distant shore awaits
A noble far off land
We sail into our fates
Until we sight the sand
And then I will dance
will jig
will tango
on your grave.
Geez..thought you were going to sail in the Port Huron to Mackinaw sailboat race....til I read that last line! haha
ReplyDeleteThat's a neat thought...I really like the pictures of Port Huron and Michigan in general that you share.
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