Most mornings we slept in -
no watch until noon when we arose
to descend into the engine room
but for me sunrise on the lake
with murmuring boat all round
as I gazed at the far horizon
more than made up for sleep lost
the sky blue, white wisps of cotton
here and there, a shipmate muttering
good morning as we welcomed
another day on Lake Superior!
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