Cast me off these land loving feet.
Send me a ship to set my soul free.
Call me to the ocean, set sail on open sea.
I'll mind the tiller, you tend the sheets.
Plot us a course to an island we name,
With quiet beaches to spend our days.
See our children play the most marvelous games
And grow up wise in wonder of kinder ways.
-dp-
6-24-83 / 3-11-13
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