Sailing on the summer wind,
the sun glistening on my skin,
I like the waves she's in.
Silently she dips and reels,
she tells me how she feels,
and I call her "Heavens' Heels"
Fast and strong,
she slips along,
she sings to me me a song.
She's a tough old boat,
and she'll stay afloat,
through the meanest squall
and keep gliding
And one fine day
she'll stow her anchor away
in the bay of Paradise Island
beautiful boat poem- may she carry you there as well?