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Macstoire
Poems
Sep 2016
Passing the Pacific
Leaving this land that leant me so kindly
And ahead another adventure awaits
Commencing the great ocean crossing
On Bindy Too as Captains first mate
My morning rises early without meaning
Tide tells us when to take Tara
We sail away soon after Seagoon
On our journey across ocean afar
Crossing reef into waters deep
I take a last look at land
And the swell soon sends me sleep
So now life is in the Captains hands
And enters the evening
Not a vessel in sight
Just us and the albatross
On a star filled night
Poor Crash’s tummy tumbles
But she makes friends with the fur
And together they rest outside
Hope for horizon to heel her
By morning land has long left us
Watching the waves and waiting for whale
We’re cruising gently on course
And trawling to feed our tail
But all for no avail
There’s not a tease of a bite
On our own ocean so deep
Yet there’s no fish in sight
We declare the sea broken
Although it treats us quite well
For the motions mostly mild
With a pleasant Pacific swell
The wind’s in our favour
Sometimes we slow by the tide
But the sail is quite simple
So we can rest through the ride
Thankful to take sleep
Our other options are few
Read, write and watch films
Is all we can do
There’s a strong sense of adventure
In all actions of daily life
Approached at an angle with motion
Sometimes to stand takes some strife
On a back-step bathroom adventure
We look down to our death
And to cook in the kitchen
Bashes bruises-front, back, right and left
But after days of rocking
Of these tasks we are tired
And Captains left wondering
Who are these horizontals he hired?
With a whinge and moan
Mainly in jokes and jest
There’s no strike from daily dancing
But Captains diet takes test
The wind picks up force
And gives us some speed
We reduce sail accordingly
To rush, we’ve no need
With the swell meeting squall
The boats motion is much more
Things are crashing and falling
And so we sleep on the floor
So we’re all glad to speak
Of the end that is near
To stand straight and see land
Have a meal with a beer
And so six days later
I wake for sunrise with a smile
Though not quite within vision
We will soon see our Isle
Sure enough within hours
Our destination is seen
Remotely idyllic islands
It looks like a dream
And now within radio range
Comes the voice of our friend
For a course through the coral
His guide he offers to lend
As we take our approach
We cast out a line
And catch Jobfish for dinner
This moment is sublime
Once we’ve dealt with our catch
We take caution through reef
And drop our anchor at bay
With a huge sigh of relief
Time now for a coffee
Served at 90 degrees
In a dream destination
Now everyone’s pleased
Crossing the Pacific Ocean in a 44ft Steal Ketch from Cairns to Papau New Ginea
#travel
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