ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Morning air, crisp – fresh – invigorating,
Sun dapples the still water with sparkling, glittering diamonds,
Soon the solitude is broken, as sails are released from their sleep,
As the sound of starched, white canvas tickles the ear,
You hope for a hint or more of wind, enough to fill the sails.
And carry the vessels swiftly across the great expanse.
As more sails rise, the sun soaks up the dew on the shoreline,
Sleep is wiped from the eyes, tired muscles are flexed,
Thoughts turn to second chances and fresh starts as you welcome the day,
Life is renewed with the refreshment of rest, but now is the time for recreation,
Seagulls soar above, knowing there soon will be a tiny morsel of tasty fish.
The anchor is lifted, nothing holds you back, you are free,
Sails catch the wind and vessels gather.
Anxious hearts begin to race, excitement surges through muscular arms,
The sound of a single shot sets things in motion,
Freedom is yours as you glide unfettered upon a lake of glass,
The race won’t be easy, there will be obstacles and spills,
You will return home a winner or not, but always exhilarated,
Anchored again in a safe harbor,
Ready for another day, another contest another challenge.