Boat Ride

by | Aug 10, 2011

Boat Ride 8/10/11
Boat cuts through the water like a knife,
I’m holding the rail the breath taking sight,
No sounds or birds are in the air,
Gentle wind whips my hair.
Sightly chilled, laughing with a friend by my side
We watch the sunset, enjoy the ride.


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