November 23, 1929 “Sailing”

SAILING

Wrapped in the lure of sailing,

Tucked in a steamer chair

Out on the bouyant water (sic),

Wind and weather fair.

 

Acres of blue-green water,

Miles of deep blue sky. . .

Voices and laughter blending

When the crowd go pacing by.

 

Home in a nook of memory,

Lost somewhere in the west. . .

Wrapped in the lure of sailing,

Out on the ocean’s breast.

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