The bow cutting through the waves
Sails tightly trimmed – voyage time to be saved
The common log cast – our speed to take
The knots unwinding in our wake
A new harbour and liberty morn shall bring
With cargo unloaded we shall spend like kings
Padre
Harbour Bound
Padre's Ramblings 
I could almost smell the salty air. Well done!
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The “knots unwinding in our wake” gave me that sense of peace, leaving everything behind and sailing into the future.
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I like how you tell a story of the sea in this short quadrille 🙂
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Enjoyed this very much!
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I love the subtle wordplay in the title: bound/knot. Poems about boats are so engaging, like I’m there feeling the sea breeze in my hair and the ‘knots unwinding in our wake’.
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