Half Day Sail

The sea is calm today.
The tide is full, the sun lies fair
Upon the straits;- on Cei Bach Bay the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of New Quay stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

I launch the dingy through the surf,
The fresh breeze, cold as ice, blows upon my face.
A whistling sound pounds through my ears,
The deck of our dingy shudders under our feet.
The dagger board thunders and throbs,
As our great dingy speeds through the harbour
And makes for the open sea ahead

Once or twice i breathed in
And found the air entwined with a salty aroma,
As fresh as a daisy.

I would look out and see the mist rolling in from the horizon,
There was a wide, wide sea all around me,
Going on it seemed to me forever and ever,
Like a quilt of blueness.
And within that wide, wide sea
Were schools of silver dancing dolpins.
They would come right up close to our boat,
Giving us soft sprays of water on the face,
Which also happened to smell
Rather like a mixture of salt and seaweed.
Then the minute droplets would roll down my rosy cheeks
And slowly drop back down into the water again.

I could often feel the summer sun of my face,
Summers which would have smelt like flowers and freshly cut grass.

As we sailed back to the shore,
I noticed things i hadn’t before.
A few more droplets of moisture trickled down from the sail above me,
but i couldn’t be certain if it was beginning to rain
Or if it was simply sprays left over from the dolphins.
The gulls started wheeling and crying over our heads,
As others skimmed the waves,
The droplets were increasing in frequency, so it must be raining above.
And so i decide i must now go home.

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A short poem i wrote when i was 11
About a small coastal town, called New Quay in Wales, a journey out into the sea, in a sailing boat.


ocean, sea, sunset, harbour, water, boat, summer, sailing, calm, dolphins, new quay

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