Hoist the sail, slip the mooring, swiftly sail away
There's nothing left to do here
There's nothing left to say
The seas were smooth, the seas were rough
The gales blew weak and strong
But many the days of sunshine
And many the friendly throng
The crowd on the bank is shrinking
As I turn with some remorse
But the vast horizon looming
Sets me on another course
So with a smile and a last wave
I turn to take the wheel
I leave my heart behind me
As I tack into the wind
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Reflection
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Strangely calming, as if it's saying that no matter what happens or where you go in life, you must move on.
Nice.
Sadly that's true isn't it............
The art of leaving behind things of the past put so succinctly in this lovely verse - thank you for sharing both image and words with us Lorna.
Oh Fay I wish we didn't have to.........thank you.
Very imageful (just invented that word (c) ) and a fine write Lorna
Very imageful (c. M.E.) indeed. Speaks of the sailor in all of us and the many voyages we must take. Thanks for sharing this, Lorna
Lorna,
A beautiful nostalgic(for me)visual and write!
A bit sad, but also hopeful!
~Laura~
A beautiful sailor's farewell Lorna.
Aye Captain, let the sails fill with adventure our hearts with love.
Very good write with great imagery.
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