Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Meaning of A Rope ... A Poem!


As I cast off for that very first time,
The "rope" in my hand has now become "line".
And hauling the sails to the top of the mast,
That "rope", now a "halyard" holds strong,
taught and fast.
Then sailing in brisk winds full force on a beat.
The sails are trimmed in by that "rope"
that's a "sheet".
And now at my anchorage with sails safely stowed,
I trust in that "rope" that now serves as a "rode".
Through all my life I will never lose hope,
Of a reason or time to play with a rope.

I came across this poem recently (author unknown), and thought I'd share it with you.   We'll never lose hope, cause there's always a reason to play with a rope!

Hasta luego ... until then.  Mid-Life Cruising!

2 comments:

Sandee said...

I agree 100%. When you're working that rope on a boat it's a line. Love this poem.

Have a terrific day. :)

Ms. Cathy said...

Your poem is so fun and playful, really nice! You are absolutely right about it!

Cathy Trails

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