The Harbor wind's song played on in our hearts
As we bobbed in our baby dinghy in the blue bay,
All summer long we sailed on with happy hearts.
Sporadic clouds peeled shadows off dockhand carts:
We thrilled in trills of gulls and terns above the bay.
The harbor wind's song played on in our hearts.
We were skippers of our dinghy, sporting our parts.
Tack port! No, starboard! Buoy, port side bow! Oy vey!
All sea sun long we sailed on with happy hearts.
Cool breezes blew our dinghy to coves across the charts;
We sifted winded sails, sipped wine all winsome day.
The harbor wind's song played on in our hearts.
The sun tumbled: we tacked for clubs past marts
And feasted on mariners' tales of a bygone day.
All misted moon long we sailed on with happy hearts.
We reveled in rhythmic peals of mast slapping halyards
And lapping ripples mooring mirrored lights in the bay.
The harbor wind's song played on in our hearts;
All misted moon long we sailed on with happy hearts.
Done By: Richard Deets
