Endless wind

I rolled out Skipper’s Pier
Setting sun behind me
Strong wind in my face
From afar and blowing free.

When I was young my father
Made up fairy tales at bed.
I told my kids of sailing trips
That from this pier were led.

White cap waves in harbor
More out in the bay
If I had a rainbow boat
I could sail away.

But back to land I roll again
and family and fun.
Though times are hard, with love I see
Our stories are not done.

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