The feeling is incomparable
The rough texture of fiberglass under my feet
The heeling and swaying of the vessel
The beat of the sail against the boom
But sometimes it can be cold and heartless
Thunderheads rising in the western skies
Menacing and bold against other clouds
Wising up the saltiest of sea dogs
But even at the sky’s darkest hour
Even in the roughest chop of the sea
Even in the beady eye of the storm
Or the wind’s final and brilliant puff
I know you’ll be there, like blood in my heart
Forever beside me; being my Bud.
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