A poem penned for us.

Fair winds & a following Sea-Bon Voyage!
Contessa 32 "goose"
Docked at Arklow, 

submerging keels in salty water depths

waiting hours, running into days rising like eternity.

Her flag lightly flutters under ceiling of stars, she's poised

to leave in rhythm with ebb & flow of tides, rocking steadily 

side to side for everything to pull together,

holding moments for the off when the water builds up 

& catches the fore of her broadside so she can fly

full sheets & a rolling Sea!

By Susan O'Toole.