The day is dull and cloudy, and yet there trails a song,
The water still and placid as the wind pulls us along.
The birds that circle over, tern, swallow and a goose,
The flapping of the sail above, the line that is too loose.
The laughter of my sailor as she spots one of her own,
His craft he’s proudly steering (though he’s also from the home).
Their lives are seldom sunny, each body has a flaw,
Yet the heart that dwells within them still causes them to soar.
The calmness of the water that stretches all about,
Must open up the spirit and let the joy come out.
(Thoughts on taking disabled folks sailing).