Tumbling with the rise and fall I love my ship so much.
I live this time on sea and sun, exude my salty touch.
Soaked, I brave the slippery brow or aft my helping hand.
For I'd rather ride the waves for now than walk along the sand.
Thomas Adams
The Poetaster Sep/2001
Sedalia, Mo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem