Old Wooden Boats

Let’s go to the docks where the wooden boats rest
With fine-aged grooves that wrinkle their flesh
A quiet and hollow creek to their breath
And in we’ll step

We’ll bring your fishing rods and hooks
Some bait for the fish and I’ll bring some books
Then we’ll paddle on down the river
Just you and I

Let’s row to a place where the water is fresh
In that old wooden boat with grooves in its flesh
A quiet and hollow creak to its breath
And wait for a catch

And while we wait with the water and woods
Once we’ve cast the lines, I’ll read you the books
To see your smile shine across the river
And to the sky

Reviews

[-Scribe in Style-]

The structure, the flow, the pace - spot on!
Love it - Paints the perfect picture.
Thanks for sharing. A

[B]

I love how you brought the boat to life
with the veins
and isn't all wood full of blood running through creating the odor of living

Your romantic close to a wonderful trip on a beautiful boat
Seeing her smile in the river crossing over to the sky

this is stunning

[Cris Roley]

Thank you Nisreen!