Tall Ships Race. Comments

You've captured the beauty of those lovely vessels here. Ahh, I think I was born about a hundred years too late! - chuck

The majesty of a ship when she's in full sail bellowing white blankets, and the wake of her trail the list that she takes, her ballast adjusted her varnished wood, thats not been neglected Cook sailed the Firth of Thames, and named her! then the 'scows' ruled the waves' the beauty of sail and the wonder of steam! Still in our lifetime Fay! regards Bob

Fay. this one is the best of poems, written with rythmn and style. Your vision stayed so I could in small part enjoy the sight like you. Thank you, I am taking this one with me. Bob xx

Sailing in the tall ships race for fun is one thing but in the days of sailWhen the tea clippers raced to get the best prices it was a different and brutal life for seamen many of whom had been pressganged Enjoyed this very much Fay

Fay, this has to be one of the most enchanting poems I have ever read. I was spellbound and wishing I was there to see the tall ships too. Your description is like a dreamy memory with the awe of a young child. Absolutely beautiful.

Fay, what a fantastic piece, salt water hits the face again.I loved the first line of the third stansa, brings it all back to me.Thankyou for a well penned piece.10+++ Regards Tom

Hi Fay. Wow I was on the deck for a moment or two, how well you describe the beauty of the old tall ships. it gets my ten without a doubt. Kindest Regards Dave T.