sailing is were i would rather be.
BY John king
chalangeling the wind and the sea
I can feel the rooaling motion of the
beautiful blue ocean,
I can feel the power of every wave,
and have the cerenty that i crave .
Sleep comes easy at the end of day
as my boat rests in Salem bay.
And when i hear the halyards tapping on the mast,
They sound like windhimes made of glass.
BUT when the ocean starts to ROAR,
I would rather be sitting on the shoar.
