The Race

The Race

A Poem by Sam Freeland
"

to win

"
A minute till the gun
anticipating the breeze
It will be a starboard start
one that's sure to please
 
The family came to watch
 they want to see a win
Everyone came to see
what condition we are in
 
The starting gun is safe
only blanks will be used
The race will be exciting
everyone is enthused
 
Keep the jib flat
when tacking on the chase
With our spinnaker flying high
we could even take first place
 
The first leg is a beat
 starboard tacks are the best
Always staying upwind
blanketing the rest
 
If the wind dies down
the crew will have to sit still
In a calm we will barely move
and racing lacks the thrill
 
Listen to the skipper
and please do not groan
If we can stay upwind
the other boats will moan
 
If we win this race
there will be drinks for the crew
The trophy will have our names
the boat gets a pennant too
 
© 2012 Sam Freeland
3.03.2012
:-)
 

© 2012 Sam Freeland


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Sam Freeland
Sam Freeland

Chocorua, NH



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