The sun high in the sky
A sky of pure blue
A slight breeze
Keeping me cool
Surrounded by boats
Sail and power
Big and small
Bobbing up up and down
It is late August
Of the missing summer
We look towards autumn
Days will be cooler
Across the river Mare Island
Old buildings and warehouses
Ship cranes reaching out over the water
Peaceful and quiet
Gone are the days
The constant hustle and bustle
A busy naval shipyard
Refitting the fleet
Two men in a small boat
Green and white sails
Full of wind
Enjoy the serenity of sailing
Tried a spot of fishing
A new lure on the line
A few fruitless casts
The line returned without it's lure
Classical music by McCartney
An interesting backdrop
On a relaxing Sunday
Tomorrow it's back to work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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