Poem from the Philippian Sea

We recently enter the Philippian sea. My email regarding my heave to experience was added as a post. Here is a poem about it as well.

We are hove to and now it is time to wait

We don't want to be early and we don't want to be late 

At just the right moment we will decide to depart 

You need to know the end time to pick the start

We will sit and wait until the time is right

It is the big waves we don't want to fight 

The wind it blows at an incredible rate

With it blowing this hard we won't be late 

We need the sunlight to go through the pass

It's got to be done right or then alas

We will hit the reef or just maybe a rock

Then we won't make it safely to the dock

The dock or the harbour where it is safe and sound 

With your anchor planted firmly in the ground 

To hold you tight to the bottom until

Your ready to go on another sailing thrill

Sailing is not for all that is to be sure

But my love of sailing is very pure

The wind, the waves and a boat built to survive 

What the ocean throws at you and keep you alive