There’s a sailboat in the distance
And thunder in the north
The waves are getting louder
I hear them from the porch

The sky turns three shades darker
I fear for that small crew
Spindrifts off the water
Gulls cry for shelter too

I see the sailors scramble
To pull the mainsail tight
And catch the wind that’s blowing
And make the shoreline right

One boy does hold the tiller
And another’s tying knots
When a wave engulfs the sailboat
And leaves an empty spot

The orange of a jacket
Is grasping at the rail
Then swings his lower body
Till he’s lying near the sail

The boat is inching closer
And I’ve got my fingers crossed
That they make the sandy beaches
Before their efforts have been lost

They’ve caught the perfect wind
And they’re nearing now the shore
My body takes a breather
Though the storm does rant and roar