Sailing Cook Strait Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson
Sailing Cook Strait
The white-sailed 25-footer
Out from Evans Bay for the weekend
Makes steady way across the Strait
Heading for Queen Charlotte Sound.
Her mast shoulders the 15-knot wind
Dark swells kick up defiant sprays:
Heading on she gives no quarter
Heedless of challenge or safe harbour.
She is ready for a rumble
Standing off or making ground:
White knife slicing fume blue steel
Striking sparks of sunlight.
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