The Days We Sailed
The tack was lethal, so I popped the lines.
We stopped in water far from shore. Those pines
And birches stood away. We drifted, pumped
The water out, and sighed. We've not yet thumped
'Gainst Red Rocks Park. Yet neither do we glide
Through water as it should be done. The side
Should show, but not that much. Let's tack again
And hope to sail, survive, and schoon like men
Accustomed to the sea. And so we did.
We tacked that day and then, as though t'were bid,
We tacked another. So it went until
We'd sailed the bay and harbor. And I still
Possess those pictures of the boat. T'was slow
And able for that place I once did know.