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.