A row of summer boats
that want to take us away
as they lay anchored in the safety of the harbor.
It is the gentle rolling of the vast like sea
that will give us the freedom to find the destination
as we row row row our boat…
Filed under Life..., Poetry
Tagged as boat, destination, drift, Freedom, life, peace, Philadelphia, poem, poetry, river, row, sea
This poem is just sooo great i love it too much
Great poem, Ed. We do row, row, row through life, eh?
Thanks Teresita. I was in a nautical way at the time (some might say up a creek without a paddle?) 😉
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