I took this photo in Normandy, France. ____________________________________________________
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My Boat Wants To Sail
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
My boat is all alone On the weaving mystic sea Like a bottom pebble stone That cannot become free Blue white billow's high In their faraway circling around Surround it there and tie On deep abyss own playground
My boat wants to sail Through oceans of unknown In search of a fresh trail Where easy wind has blown But brine seas are deep And get so much there lost Commitments cannot keep On rocky shores get tossed
Sea dreams won’t elapse If we can find their way Sail through hidden traps Reefs that with ridge play My boat wants to find The freedom of the deep And leave old scenes behind That my turret can’t keep
Wow, what a breathtaking image. Can't believe how utterly pristine and uninhabited this particular area seems... And the poem is well chosen for the image. Kudos!
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