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Set Sail to Paradise

The sails capture the sultry winds
Gliding across the turquoise sea
This is where our adventure begins
Embracing the need to be free    

As the crystalline heavens reflect
the oceans aqua blue
Its beauty is for us to inspect  
in the skies deep tropical hue     

We skim the waves in tranquilly
bound for Key Largo’s enchanted shore
With all of its unspoiled serenity
here you’ll open imaginations door  

Sandy white beaches are spied
touched by the blazing sun
We go romping through the tide
as children once had done

Time here does not exist  
in this idyllic place
Laughter is unable to resist
placing a smile upon your face  

The coral reefs are spellbinding
we see fish in a rainbow array
This underwater world is unwinding
in a dazzling delightful display 

The sun is setting in the west
Painting the azure sky
Twilight’s the time I love best
As the day bids us good-bye

The full moon now awakens
while night’s mysteries unfold
Love is for the taking
as its wonders we behold.

Sandra Dartt

CROSSING THE BAR

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

– Lord Alfred Tennyson

On Vitality

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“I used to sit on the banks with a raft and watch the water roll lazily by. One day I pushed my raft into the shallows of the water and found the water moved swifter than I thought. My raft was actually a boat. Then, after some time, I rowed my little boat into deeper water. There were great storms, mighty winds, tremendous waves, and sometimes I felt so alone. But I have noticed my little rowboat is now a mighty ship manned by my friends and loved ones; and beautiful calm seas, warm sunny days, and nights filled with comfortable dreams always double after a storm. Now, I could never go back and sit on the bank. In fact, I search for deeper water. Such is life when lived.”

B. D. Gulledge