I`m sailing

I`m sailing

I`m Sailing

I was sailing along the coast of Greenland the sea was

 as green as empty
Port Wine bottles when

a storm struck it was a fully automatic boat I batted down

 the hatches went
below fastened the seat belt and wait.

Before I knew it, I was in a tranquil bay in Portugal and
made

breakfast scrambled and bacon, but I was vaguely unhappy

everything has become so automatic that adventures of

 daring do had become
an everyday occurrence the vessel

had even found the best anchorage with

the best view.

I sold the boat to a doctor who had dreamt a seafaring life

away from hospitals and nagging wife, as a child he had

wanted to be a car mechanic but his parents wouldn`t hear

about it nor his fiancé; a malcontent man who was about to

discover the boredom on the high sea.

I bought a mule that cannot be trusted it doesn`t like
people

and every morning it is a struggle to get it to move forward

when I plough my little patch of land