I stand on the rail.
Watching the boats sail.
Waiting for one to take off.
But it just makes a sound
Like a big cough.
All the others speeding
Through the water.
Just when I get a tap
On the shoulder by my father.
He points to the coughing boat,
That is finally moving.
And the coughing sound
Goes away, and it now
Sounds very soothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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