Boat Ride Poem by Ima Ryma

Invited by friends to go on
A boat ride, I say, 'Yes, why not.'
Since I went blind I have not gone
Boating, which I once liked a lot.
Of course, my companion, Joe, goes
With me taking the boat ride.
We sit as a gentle breeze blows.
It feels so good to be outside.
Our friends give us time alone
To sit together at boat end,
To enjoy this time and place zone.
Waves chat with me and my best friend.

I imagine that Joe and me
A merdog and a mermaid be.