Poem: Ode to my Soling

Words can never tell
how my Soling sails so well
Let there be no mistake
she leaves an elegant wake
when pushed by the lightest breeze
that sneaks between the trees

My thumbs do not just steer
her rudder free and clear
they connect me to her sails
the way a pilot never fails
to land his jumbo jet
without anyone getting wet.

John Storrow

Best compliments for your poetical inspiration .- Very good, GINO

thanks, I have a million poems some of which are at-


happy sailing