**a Touch Of Pride

Looking out across the sea to wide horizons new, Setting off with many thoughts, in my small boat of blue. With a strong wind at my back my way is straight and true. ‘Plucky’ is my middle name, I love the wide unknown, Each day an altered canvas before my eyes I’m shown, Eagerness is in my Soul. I travel on alone. The crying of the seagulls way up above my head, Dolphins playing merrily. Their living space wide-spread. Their intelligence a marvel, such a thoroughbred. The tossing of the waves, the brilliance of the sun, How peaceful one can feel like a fantasy well spun. Such relaxation found when the busy day is done. Conquering the elements gives one a touch of pride, Sailing into stormy squalls can give a choppy ride, But my sturdy craft and I are both well satisfied.