A poem of mine

Sailing Down the Chesapeake
by, Matthew T. Borders

Tonight I sail
On the stiff back of a gale
Never looking back
Seldom dropping sail
All I have known
is the lonesome sea
Nothing else has loved so much
And all else I have loved has left me

Last week I docked in Anapolis
When the winds were still
And I prayed for a powerful breeze
To give my sails their fill
The next day I left for Solomins
Under a reefed main and a number four
Beating into the waves
In search of another timely moore

Last night I docked in Tangier
Being chased into port by a nor-easter wind
And moored my boat in the storm shelter
To wait for the storms end
The bay's water ravaged
As the rain swirled around
The wind howled through the rigging
Making a mornful sound

I think that I will sail to Hampton
And try my luck in the Southern Bay
My trusty boat and I sail the breeze
Watching the future fade away
And I pray that God speeds my passage
By sending me this powerful gale
For I wish to sail the southern waters
So tonight I sail