White Horses

JULY 3rd, 2023

WHITE HORSES

The sea it forever becons me...

Calm for some, but when the wind carves the ocean, its my magical place to be.

The white horses, I ride atop.

Jus put the throttle in the sweet spot.

Frigget's glide the airwaves searching for prey.

Its God's gift if you see this blessing one day.

White horses at play.

The seventh one will have its say.

Towering above the ones before.

I watch it play out as my stereo roars.

The salt mist on my face, brings on a smile.

Jus passed, Another nautical mile.

No phone/No Fax, no social intervention.

Time's irrelevent, with my intention.

The weedlines I pass whilst on my course, flying fish dart & lift off of, another white horse.

Sky & water colours so remarkably blend. the blues, whites & greens, have no end.

The wind, moon & tide play a symphony.

As they control this wonderful sea.

This is none short of amazing grace.

Ever so greatful for this moment, this time & place.

The smile remains on my face.

KCC