Boat Crazy. Poem by dave lessard

Give me a ship that has no rudder,
that has no compass for a guide;
just give me the sea to float upon,
and white-capped waves to ride.

Give me a morn that looks slate-gray,
with a somber, haunted look;
with some wind to push me forward,
and one good readable book.

Then when the sun bursts through,
and gulls cry out for living;
give me the empty, endless miles,
and weather that's forgiving.

I'll sleep amongst the stars,
and gaze at night-time jewels;
where man is but a speck of dirt,
and mother nature rules.

Give me a boat that crawls along,
that doesn't involve any rowing;
there's no vessel I wouldn't take,
no matter where it's going.