The Fallout from Haul Out

The Fallout from Haul Out 
by K. Walters

The day has come (again), the season is escaping;
Boatyards are bustling, hulls need scraping.

The sun sets sooner, the air grows cold;
There are sails to furl, clean and fold.

Leaves fall to the water, gales begin to blow;
Time to offload, clean, repair, and sew.

Flush, fill and drain to winterize;
Close her up tight and release long sighs.

Summer is short, winter so long;
Sailing thoughts play inside me like a song.

There are warm memories now to reap;
Our favorite little ship is ready to sleep.


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