How much is this worth?

Hoist the sails mate

for today we leave

Ports unknown

adventures in each



Over waters translucent

seeking our selves

Leaning to winds

letting all else go



From prams to yachts

ketches and sloops

On Carolina skiffs

liners and tankers



Bayous and streams

rivers and lakes

On oceans and seas

in swamps and canals



There is the breeze

it sets us to peace

Lives caught in tides

as waves take us



Sun bound by day

star struck in night

Clocking the days

back drop of blue



Spending hours and savings

to relive the myths

Diving in to our souls

eyes misted in the magic



Lower the sails mate

for tonight we return

Dockside arms waiting

to hold us close until



The rewards, far outweigh the investmentHow much is this worth?
Sounds like a heck of a good time with the boys. Bah ha...

Adventure here is youthful and the men are still frivolous and wanton party animals dock rats all. Having a blast, seems to me. Fun at sea. I have known a few in my time at the docks.

Legal pirates and love the water any kind of sail will do, but to work the tall ships. That was top shelfHow much is this worth?
I never wanted to accuse you of this, but I sincerely believe you're writing poems for the sole purpose of writing them. Here, there are a few main ideas stretched out and fitted, dressed in mediocre clothes.



It reads, to me:





D a r k L on g

Sa i l b o at

M oo n

S u n

S t or ms

RiskHow much is this worth?
It's rhythmic, wavy. Life on the water.

Adventurous: safe and unsettling....

good night