Free MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Free at last from anchor and mooring

Up and down with crest and tide

A breeze picks up: All hands on deck!

With head-to-the-wind: To the port side!

A zephyr's salty breath on my hair, face, and lips

Unfurled sails hoisted, and halyards made fast

Mainsail and jib fill: Ready about!

Watch the boom: Starboard tack!

Sea spray cools me at my leeward post

Like a gull, my course set for the open sea

Exultant, my heart soars at the thought

Of my untrimmed sails: Free!

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on Aug. 29 2010 at 7:50 pm
DifferentTeen PLATINUM, Seaford, Delaware
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