The sails are bright on a sunny day
As they catch the wind over waters of blue
Sparkling waves kick up foam about the bows
Of the wooden hulls that hold the crew,
The wind is a mischief maker
Shifting from east to west
The wily sailor folk are tacking
At the gray bearded captains' behest,
Hither and yon across the wild waters
Aimless it would seem
But at the end of the day they are snug away
In a harbor safe to dream.
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