I learned to sail On a little lake Bring on the gale A piece of cake We flipped And turned We whipped And learned How to sail close reach How to right our boat How to run up on the beach How to sit and float Not terribly hard But full of fun In our backyard And in the sun Friends would ride Along with my dog Jumping from side to side Just like a frog Intentionally capsizing And driving me mad There was no compromising They were annoying and bad I wanted to cruise They wanted to tip I would always lose But it was my ship A little Laser Chasing about A hell raiser Fun no doubt We were young And it was thrilling I was stung Sailing was fulfilling I was mesmerized and hooked The rest of my life and forever more A skill many have overlooked I always miss when ashore The sheets full of the wind The boat rocking up and down Throughout history of mankind Sailors of old necessary playground To travel and trade They would navigate And they were not afraid It was their fate We are tourist On our vessels Not real purist We hide in nestles Where it is secure Until the bad weather passes We are not on a timetable tour Creeping about like molasses Enjoying the swim Fishing and eating Everything a whim Not competing Enjoying life Sailing about No mayhem or strife Sailing the best route Praise on my lips Salute to sailors of old And their necessary trips They were brave and bold