There was a
time when I had an old boat whose life was over, I took her upstream
near the reedy marsh in a few feet of water and opened her
For years I
looked towards her when passing by. People came down and took
pictures and artists painted her. Swimming boys climbed aboard her
and dove from her cabin top.
minnows grew up in her secret places over time. As some of her
planks came loose crabs moved in feeding on minnows, shedding in her
dark safe corners. She made a great meal for worms living in her
built a nest on her cabin top.
I had not
destroyed my silent friend the one I talked to. A one who quietly
listened and never disagreed.
I had given
her to the community and she was enjoyed by all. It was a noble end
the sinking of her weathered silhouette gently received by the
waters shimmering, gentle embrace
finally gone I had no sense of loss. An old friend given back to
nature. To rest at last!
© Douglas G. Pollard Sr. of the
27' Albin Vega "Sea Legs" 2225 KK4YGO