In the distance I can spy
Colored sails against the sky
Rainbowed hues so bright and clear
Seeming far, yet very near.
Small triangles in the breeze
Guileless gliding on blue seas.
Some that turn from north to west
Others skimming on the crest,
Masts so tall, they groan and sigh,
I can see their pennants fly.
Brave little craft beckons me
To a life that’s bold and free
In the harbor or adrift
Let me share your journey swift,
Cast upon the water’s wave
To become your fearless slave.
Claire V. Bogdanos 