Sailboat on my Driveway
Through seas and tides of change,
My vessel serves to protect me.
She gladly accompanies me westward,
On the high seas of tarmacadam.
A sail of golden vapours lead,
An induction of forward rolling pace.
And she alone asks nothing more,
But gives all I ask of her.
I see her mast so solidly,
Remains the focus of her strength.
For when I call upon her arm,
I worry not that she’ll protect.
The rigging has been stowed below,
The winds will not betray I see.
And when I call for her full sail,
Her beauty I will, again see.
Then drawing homeward on the tide,
Brings no complaints to my ears.
She rides the bow and sullen flow,
And sails me to protective quays.
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