memories of my childhood on the water

17 07 2009


i can feel it in the breeze on the dock. i can hear it lapping at the hull of the boats. i can smell it in the coming thunderstorm. i can see it as i close my eyes and go to sleep, exhausted from a day on the water…still rocking gently with the memory…

kieran reminds me so much of my brothers…




2 responses

18 07 2009

I too sail back to the past when I hear certain catalysts. Often, as I walk into school, the flags’ ropes banging against their poles mimic the sound of the sheets banging against the mast. For those brief moments, I am back in the cockpit of the Buckeye Lady II watching Dad steer his mighty Tartan. And I smile.

18 07 2009

i can hear them. i can hear them. thank you for that reminder.

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