Boats
I SAT on the beach, looked out to sea.Boats, all shapes and sizes floated in front of me.
Nearest, a dinghy in bright yellow plastic;
a dad with three kids thought their ride fantastic.
Then a canoe, with oars like windmills blowing,
circling and dipping in an arc never slowing.
A regatta of yachts sailed in competition,
bright, white triangles on a deep dark ocean.
I slept on the sand until the close of day.
When I woke, all the boats had gone away.
Mary Charman-Smith