Sailing on the ocean blue,

the waves rising and falling.

On day one, St. Croix anxiously greets those who

would sight see what's under the wave's great calling.

spectacular streams of vibrant colors anew,

like independent rivers of rainbows astounding!

a barracuda just watched and stared as three tourists looked

with astonishment and without the familiarity of the laggons

prizes it had on cue.

Sailing on the ocean blue,

the waves rising and falling.

on day two, the great St. Kitts whose

beautiful equines trekked up the hill without failing.

then back down the slopes with roughness as our hands were

dusty and like rusty screws,

the sence of freedom on a horse had a price of fear of losing our

grip and falling.

the dust and dirt was washed of by the cleansing waters of the

cruise, getting on our fancy clothes and looking like a wedding

was hosted aboard the seven seas of aqua-green and blue.

Sailing on the ocean blue,

the waves rising and falling.

on day three, we stayed near the docks, waiting to be split up

into two.

Team U.S.A, with their stars and stripes, versus team Canada,

with the red oak leaf calling.

the race went on as the boats cut across the wide fields of blue.