Friday, 21 May 2010

This Boat

This boat, made by many hands
Crafted with love
Fragile on the vastness of the ocean
Guided by an infinity of stars
Holds the hopes and dreams
Of dreamers

This boat, made of wood
An ark
Hewn from imagination
Carries an ideal into the future

This boat, so like a crucible
Cradle of kith and kin
Sets one down gently
On the shore of a dear green place
Where the salmon run
Birds take flight
Fruit hangs heavy on the tree of life.

The tintinnabulation of bells echoes
Down through the years.

Mick McLaughlan.

1 comment:

Kathleen said...

Hug me brother!!