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It’s been a long dull
winter, the days short and the work long
Early springs on the way, lightened by birds bright
sweet song
Intermittent blue light, poking through grey and white
clouds
A shower of rain quick, clean with fresh summers vows
By the door next to me, in a stack
on the floor
Is plywood and tools, and a quite a bit more
My task now to build, a boat small safe and cute
In which I might sail, with sheets made of jute
On gentle summer seas, in the bay
of Culzean*
Across the Firth, near Arran’s lochs I’ll
feign
A long sea voyage, with isolation’s simple peace
Slowly slowly sailing by, coasts which remind me of
Greece
Time passes by, and the wood does
grow well
Into a little boat remembering, grandfather’s
Blue Belle
In which he taught, my mother to sail so
Out onto life’s waters, boldly sailing she would
go
Out onto life’s seas, unafraid,
but with care
To do her best, with true values so rare
She would live her life well, loving all of it’s
times
Not just the sweet, but the soured fruit vines
This building of boat, has brought
it all back to me
The childhood’s lands pleasant, and my life’s
growing tree
My pleasure with wife, and daughter’s caring
jewelled souls
Are rewards for my life, sometimes lived with pains
awls
This building of boat, and all that
it brings
To me brought such peace, and a realisation life rings
With experience to be lived, with joy and not moans
Then you can reap well, the peace that then comes
© 14-11-2006
Michael Birch
*Culzean is
a Scottish castle on the west coast and is pronounced
(culane) and is opposite the Isle of Aran 15 miles
away.
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