Sailing Poem by Kieran J1996

When I go sailing, I'll gaze at the sky,
And use the breeze to steer her by,
Where I'll go I cannot decide,
But I must hurry to catch the tide,
Up above me, birds are flying,
While back on board I'm contently sighing,
My ship speeds throu water like a knife,
Yes, indeed, this is the life,

Would I again live on land,
Go back to hard labour, bleeding hands,
I wouldn't change for the world,
Not now my sails have been unfurled,