I can't afford that boat or that boat or that boat..., but I can afford that one in the back of the boatyard, the one covered with leaves, tree sap and boatyard grime.
I can afford one of those boats that seem abandoned at anchor, one of the one's that are a bane to the local municipality, one of the one's that's an eyesore scarring up those million dollar views. Heck, those pieces of junk are world traveling sailing machines in the right hands of someone that knows what they're doing.
And the mother? of these tough as cockroaches ne'er do wells? The mother (one of a number of mothers), or the skeleton of one of the dead mothers sits upon the northwestern shore of Aquidneck Island overlooking the heart of the Bay of the Narragansett's. The skeleton of the now dead mother still stands, still remains and teaches and reminds some/me where her children were born. And they're everywhere, her children are everywhere.
When I've sailed by her in my Swedish cousin of her children, when I've sailed by the hallowed ground, underway from Newport to the Kikamuit, I've gazed in awe at this skeleton of the mother.
On San Francisco Bay I've sailed on a couple of her children. One of her children she called Ariel. She has many Ariels. Another child is called Renegade. She has many Renegades. She has many children.
Maybe some of her children were created during the blizzard of 78. Maybe many of her children were created during a rainstorm, when rain pattered the now rusty metal roof. I wonder how many children have played in those abandoned walls making believe it was a fort or a castle?
"Who do you think you are, Captain Riddle Writer?" Out of nowhere she blurted.
"What?" I lamely fired back, too stunned to say anything else.
"Come on Mr. Poetic License, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Pearson sailboats and the old rusty Pearson factory building in Portsmouth, Rhode Island which just so happens to be one of the greatest companies ever."
"Well all right then. Are you done?"
"I think so."
"I hope so because we're going sailing right now."
"Yes dear."
"And we don't need to go anywhere near that old rusty building."
"Yes dear."
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Fair Winds
Captain Bill
I can afford one of those boats that seem abandoned at anchor, one of the one's that are a bane to the local municipality, one of the one's that's an eyesore scarring up those million dollar views. Heck, those pieces of junk are world traveling sailing machines in the right hands of someone that knows what they're doing.
And the mother? of these tough as cockroaches ne'er do wells? The mother (one of a number of mothers), or the skeleton of one of the dead mothers sits upon the northwestern shore of Aquidneck Island overlooking the heart of the Bay of the Narragansett's. The skeleton of the now dead mother still stands, still remains and teaches and reminds some/me where her children were born. And they're everywhere, her children are everywhere.
When I've sailed by her in my Swedish cousin of her children, when I've sailed by the hallowed ground, underway from Newport to the Kikamuit, I've gazed in awe at this skeleton of the mother.
On San Francisco Bay I've sailed on a couple of her children. One of her children she called Ariel. She has many Ariels. Another child is called Renegade. She has many Renegades. She has many children.
Maybe some of her children were created during the blizzard of 78. Maybe many of her children were created during a rainstorm, when rain pattered the now rusty metal roof. I wonder how many children have played in those abandoned walls making believe it was a fort or a castle?
"Who do you think you are, Captain Riddle Writer?" Out of nowhere she blurted.
"What?" I lamely fired back, too stunned to say anything else.
"Come on Mr. Poetic License, what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Pearson sailboats and the old rusty Pearson factory building in Portsmouth, Rhode Island which just so happens to be one of the greatest companies ever."
"Well all right then. Are you done?"
"I think so."
"I hope so because we're going sailing right now."
"Yes dear."
"And we don't need to go anywhere near that old rusty building."
"Yes dear."
_____
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
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