Like a forest of trees just awaiting a breeze,
their masts are lined up in the bay.
Bobbing and floating, seems no one is boating
this beautiful warm summer day.
Where are their Skippers, those happy “day trippers?”
Perhaps they have all gone away…
Let us hoist our sail while the fair winds prevail,
enjoying the feel of the spray!
© Copyright Ginny Brannan July 2011
Photo prompt courtesy of Blue Bell Books Thursday Short Story Slam