A Border Terrier puppy sailing the West Coast of Scotland
April 2024
Verse 1)
Surging waves and cool wind, the sailor's true friend
Black markings telling direction, guiding us until the end
Submerged rocks, silent danger lurking below
Navigating shallow channels, rocky headlands we go
A Border Terrier's first sailing trip on the West Coast of Scotland
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Chorus)
Big tides, fast currents, the sea's relentless dance
Swirling overfalls and steep cliffs, taking every chance
(Verse 2)
Hidden coves and flashing transits, the sailor's delight
Prominent marks and bright screens, leading us through the night
Chart plotter guiding our way, sandy estuaries in sight
Harbour cill and wooden pontoon, a safe harbor in the light
(Chorus)
Bowline cleat and green seaweed, memories of the sea
Damp locker, salty clothes, a life that's wild and free
(Verse 3)
Bright phospherence lighting our way, in the black nights
Flashing nights and prominent headlands, under starry lights
Glossy varnish, graceful lines, a vessel fine and true
Narrow beam and coach roof, the sailor's world in view
(Chorus)
Sliding hatch and colored halyards, a sailor's work is never done
Grey chain and heavy anchor, a life under the sun
Damp cushions and slow oven, a sailor's simple life
Pitching yawl and VHF channel, through calm and strife
As we journey through the oceans, with distant voices calling
Nautical chatter and white horses, the sea's majestic brawling
Slicing crests and Channel chop, we persevere with might
Trimmed genoa and chrome windlass, sailing through the night
And in the end, we'll raise our sails, under mackerel skies
White beaches and steep cliffs, where the fearless soul flies
Sailing south and curving foil, on a dusty track we roam
Isolated islands and rolling seas, our hearts forever at home.
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