Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
The boat
The boat
Under the sky I see the morning light A little boat, high-poised upon a wave, It's rounded sails breathed full of life By wind that flecks the running waves with white. | |
Happy the youths who sail the little boat; Theirs is a careless joyous life and free. They feel the great and windy space around them, And they dare the waves, and love the sea. | |
