May the journey be seasoned with a breeze
First to the isles, finally to the stars
Is what I wait for, hope for
The climactic sun on its steadfast rise
Fateful as the
Day I was born.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Ships that sail in a noble manner
trusted with a frame of oak.
Fresh in spirit, and the scent of the air
Seaful mist and salt in our hair
This is the boat we build with our friends
This is the epic voyage we share
1 comment:
Wasn't it a fun weekend? Thanks for updating! :)
Post a Comment