THE SCHOONER                                   

I saw a schooner gliding through the bay

carrying those who had never sailed before

never smelled the fresh clean scent 

of the wind crossing the bow

never heard the lullaby

of water

rippling by the hull

never felt the gentle lifting of the sail

as it pulls

the ship across the bay

I was transported from the beach

back to memories of summers

gone by

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