The boat

There's a boat that is all mine 

that waits for me under a tall pine 

not much to look at not much to see 

when it's just the two of us I feel so free 

ove the water all through the waves 

ripples of peace, for me it saves 

away I go off to ponder 

the open lake is mine, alone I wander 

listen as the waves hit the bow 

I seize the day here and now 

away from it all and everyone 

I feel so alive, oh what fun 

a storm looming time to head in

time for my boat to wait again 

 

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