Flattering Sails Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

White sails flap, so strong and wild,
Hard to steer, like a restless child.

The wind whips hard, a noisy fight,
Sails shake and strain, with all their might.

Too much flap, a beating drum,
Will tear the cloth, and make it numb.

Ropes played wrong, a silly game,
Can make the sail flap, all the same.

Pointed wrong, at the wind's harsh face,
Loose lines let the sail, lose its place.

The edge untied, a flapping sound,
On every boat, these things are found.

A sailor's life, a changing scene,
Some days are rough, some days are keen.

T.M.Solvang