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The most difficult hours will be the morning of her maiden voyage. You should never rush off a dock, but don't give in to temptation. Every little thing must be taken care of when you can and it can be heart breaking to find yet another little thing to do. But when you motor out, head to wind and hoist the sails and then kill the engine, everything involved with land will die away as well.
The most difficult hours will be the morning of her maiden voyage. You should never rush off a dock, but don't give in to temptation. Every little thing must be taken care of when you can and it can be heart breaking to find yet another little thing to do. But when you motor out, head to wind and hoist the sails and then kill the engine, everything involved with land will die away as well.
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That's a great poem.
I was expecting to love it before I read it because I love sailing and therefore loved the picture, but in spite of all that, not because of it, this is one on the best poems I have read on a online art site recently.
although I suppose I might be a little biased due to my love of sailing.
this was not primarily about a boat as such, but in the literal sense, do you really have a boat? you sound like you really know what it feels like. I haven't sailed in years, but when I was a kid we had a 22-foot sail boat we sailed here in Kansas on Tuttle Creek Lake [a muddy flood control resevour...we also had a mini-fish and a US1 which we raced, and a row boat] and I remember sanding the teak and stuff like you mention in your poem, and the smell of the fiberglass resin for patching those holes, and scrubbing the bottom when we took it out of the water at the end of the season...and the feel of the tiller, and how the cabin was like a warm little cave to hide in with little windows and you could see the water out them on the side that was down and the sky on the side that was up, and feel the motion of the water against the hull. and how pretty all the hardwear was, the winches and cleats and that really cool compas/speedometer thingy we had, and how the hatch closed.
and when we lived in california, especially, the sound of the wind in the rigging at the marina...I was just thinking of that actually, missing that sound.
apologies for long boat memory related rant unrelated to poem...lol
still great poem, you did a great job with the metaphor, although I can't say it would have the same impact on someone who hadn't experienced sailing.
and thanks for the memories also:)
That's a great poem.
I was expecting to love it before I read it because I love sailing and therefore loved the picture, but in spite of all that, not because of it, this is one on the best poems I have read on a online art site recently.
although I suppose I might be a little biased due to my love of sailing.
this was not primarily about a boat as such, but in the literal sense, do you really have a boat? you sound like you really know what it feels like. I haven't sailed in years, but when I was a kid we had a 22-foot sail boat we sailed here in Kansas on Tuttle Creek Lake [a muddy flood control resevour...we also had a mini-fish and a US1 which we raced, and a row boat] and I remember sanding the teak and stuff like you mention in your poem, and the smell of the fiberglass resin for patching those holes, and scrubbing the bottom when we took it out of the water at the end of the season...and the feel of the tiller, and how the cabin was like a warm little cave to hide in with little windows and you could see the water out them on the side that was down and the sky on the side that was up, and feel the motion of the water against the hull. and how pretty all the hardwear was, the winches and cleats and that really cool compas/speedometer thingy we had, and how the hatch closed.
and when we lived in california, especially, the sound of the wind in the rigging at the marina...I was just thinking of that actually, missing that sound.
apologies for long boat memory related rant unrelated to poem...lol
still great poem, you did a great job with the metaphor, although I can't say it would have the same impact on someone who hadn't experienced sailing.
and thanks for the memories also:)
I am learning to sail, I bought this boat a week ago, and slowly working on fixing it, has allot of work needed lol. I have been reading and watching videos, next month I have an instructor set to teach me how to sail on a laser, then I get to use my cruiser after some time lol. I spent today cleaning and sorting it all out lol. Thank you for sharing your memories always nice to gleam some knowledge from another. I have to say that I have never sailed a day in my life as of yet, so I hope it is all and more that I am looking for.
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