The Old Ways Are Sometimes Not Best Forgotten...........
On the Wind To sail a vessel is an art, Catching the wind in cloth, Thrusting the bow forward, Through wave, down trough, Feel the tension in the shrouds, The wind singing, sea stinging, To beat and crab, unless abeam, Then to run before the wind, With tiller, winch, line, and luck, Oh how different from steaming, No reliance on mechanical marvel, No stench of oil, just salt of the sea, To skirt the edge of disaster, Making knots, rounding headland, Feel the strength, the power, The wind and... Sign in to see full entry.