John I Nash Poems

As I reach my boat I hear the clanking of the halyard against the mast, a sound I have longed to hear music to my ears. Excitement builds as I calmer aboard and make ready my boat for the adventure she and I will share.

Knowing wind to my stern will ease my departure, boom to port tiller pushed away to my starboard she knows her way now, this Philly of the sea. Jib starboard Main to the port we sail wings in front of the wind.
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Golden is the color of this fellow.
Golden is his smile that makes me mellow.
Golden is his heart that has captured mine for all time.
Golden is his loyalty, in all his regal royalty.
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