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| Sails Full
A sleek lined schooner, Sails full blown, Heeled to the starboard, Out to sea to roam. What a beautiful picture, Adventure at it's best. It puts a spark in a sailor, He'll face the world with zest. The breeze is off the port side, A spray is in the air. Sometimes there is company, Flying fish everywhere. Other times it's dolphins, Competing with delight. Always just ahead, Never out of sight. The bow dips into the sea, Then comes surging up. Exhilaration is everywhere, Surely the Lord has filled our cup. George C. Clements |