Sailing Out Poem by Roger Snow

Well what the Wet Wind won't do
soaks you to the Marrow even
with the Sun shining through, , ,

Sail to Aruba, past Cuba
on our way to Spanish Cay

Been a reason since I was small
to get off the land headed out
in search of it all, ,

Feeling fine
if for just this short time
felling the moment
like it's all there's ever been
feeling the push and pull
of a Southward Wind

There upon an Island
I see and feel all I wish to be
freee
like an Eagle soaring
knowing he's home
in that Blue Blue Sky, , ,
what a way to live, ,
free until you die

Now I'm rolling
can't stop this Dream I live

Blessed be this sailors life
Comes a time when I fear to go, ,
It'll be after I've gone, ,

Riding softly ever on, , , ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ end.