Sunday 22 February 2015

My first poem from the Pacific

The Pacific Beckons

Pacifico Oceano as the Spanish in Panama call it
Beckons you in all its blue as you sail upon it
The dolphins await to welcome you
And turtles swim out far from land too

Captain Rob at the helm with a steady hand
Guides us along with a spinnaker, a parasail brand
We glide through the water with nary a sound
It's 6000 feet down to the ground

Admiral Carol is hard at work as always
Writing her blog as she tries to do most days
Through sailmail we'll send it on to be posted
As we cross the Equator, Neptune will be toasted

Crew member Barb has returned to the heat 
For a turn at the helm and has come with a treat
With cookies, snacks and parts in tow
She was warmly welcomed and we were ready to go

Crew member Bob is enjoying the view
Of Oceano Pacifico, the great ocean blue
The waves have calmed as we approach the ITCZ
Soon it will be time for the crew to be fed

The boat has be provisioned for 7 weeks or more
Out in the Pacific there isn't a store
The cabin is tidy and the crew have been told 
Galapagos is the next stop and it won't be cold
                                                               Barb at the Helm

                                                                         Bob watching Bow Line in Canal


  1. Great job on the poem Bob, brings back good memories. Hope the ITCZ is kind to you!

  2. Terrific blogs-love the poem, see you are now in Galapagos. Say hello to the blue footed boobies, the seals and whale sharks!! Enjoy!!