During last weekend, one of our guests decided to put his thoughts into a poem which he has kindly given me permission to share with you. as follows:
Is this Annabel– who gives us Joy?
Or Annabel, who creates in us jealousy?
For her beautiful lines and bountiful gifts,
As we sail on waters grey and cold,
While longing for those, blue and balmy.
Our crew so randomly gathered from places
Afar and disparate in our maritime realm,
Who experience such tremulous thoughts as we join.
Are we alike or opposed, can we possibly combine?
To mix so closely, as to completely entwine
Our hopes and our lives, and even our bodies
In her shapely, her commodious, her bosomly embrace.
Yes, after only one day, one very long day.
Sailing an amazing and very long voyage
In sea time a life of enriching experience,
Which on land would be a mere nothing by car.
Our realm is mysterious and depends upon experience.
A skipper quiet and wise who knows how to contain
Our anxieties, in calm and established routine,
And a crew by his side who patiently show
Us the ropes up above and comforts within
As we struggle to sail and then enjoy life below.
Life is mysterious and on sea even more so.
Thank gods like old Neptune for buoying us up
In this life of adventure on Annabel J.
Richard Varian Buckland.