Poet and we didn't know it?
Reservoir Dogs
Patrick Farrell
Wed 10 Dec 2014 21:42
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>> We now know what Nigel does in his bunk at night.
>> Put away those dark thoughts……….he writes poetry - really!
>> You are sharing the world publishing premier of his work.
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>> Feeling Good
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>> Feeling good with the world,
>> Is surfing the front of three metres waves
>> In the dark following the shiny, shimmering, silver path
>> Laid out by a bright new moon
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>> Your ears are full of the swooshing
>> Made by the mighty Atlantic Ocean
>> As its army of waves break against our speeding yacht
>> Surging up to ten knots
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>> Your senses are as taught as the straining sheets
>> And the guys of the poled out genoa
>> You feel the motion of the boat under your feet,
>> Constantly moving your weight from one leg to another
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>> Slap! Out of the blue a wave bursts over the stern quarter
>> And smacks the back of your bare legs…..
>> Just to remind you that the sea is still there
>> So concentrate or you will gybe!
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>> You get that rush and knotted sensation in you tummy
>> As the pressure on the wheel goes light
>> Again you begin a rapid dash
>> Which way will she go?
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>> The wind plays with your hair
>> As the boat bounds forward
>> Your hands move swiftly over the trembling wheel
>> Directing the boat between gybe and broach
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>> Then calm.
>> Now the moon steps out from behind the goose winged foresail
>> Twenty six knots of wind - yehar!
>> We are off again - yippie ky ai
>> On we go to St Lucia,
>> Feeling good
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