Sunlight on the river,
The day's softest feathers
O how gently they fall!
Firmly anchored under
Deep green weeping willows,
The 'Princess Marina'
Now lies freshly painted,
In bright red, white & blue.
She's ready and waiting
For another journey,
On the pure, sapphire
Waters of Avon.
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This is a beautiful poem on boat having haunting expression and nice diction. Enjoyed with attractive photo provided. Thanks.10/10