The tall ship cut through the waves with grace and ease.
Pitching back and forth accommodating the breeze.
The stalwart sailors that comprised the crew.
Were strong, cheerful but an adequate few.
At times it seemed the ship had a mind of it's own.
Keeping it on course sometimes made the crew groan.
The long hard trip was enough to wrack the men's souls.
Nearly making them forget the final goal..
Then they heard the cheering from faraway.
They could not allow themselves to go astray .
For they were approaching home port.
Even the ship put on steam not to come up short.
They all knew they had won the race.
But they had to finish in first place.
There was a trophy and all that prestige aside.
A monetary amount for them all to divide.
Last year they had finished in disgrace.
Now they had won America's Yacht Cup race.
Down deep inside the beautiful ships hull ,she smiled
Her wooden planks, and white sails beamed with pride
© Carol G Oliver
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