The First Mate
At the bow he sits proudly,
With sunlight on his hair,
A little captain’s helper
With wind and water fair.
He doesn’t need a compass,
He doesn’t need a chart,
He simply knows the way to go...
He navigates by heart.
The little boat goes skipping
Across the sparkling blue,
And every wave that greets them
Will be an adventure new.
His captain holds the tiller,
And he keeps watch ahead,
With salty breeze around him
And sunshine overhead.
No sailor could be happier,
No First Mate more sincere,
For anywhere his best friend goes
Is where he wants to steer.
So onward through the ripples,
Companions, side by side...
A man, his faithful dog,
And one delightful ride.
And should you ask that furry mate
What makes a perfect day?
He’d say, “A boat…my best friend…
And waves along the way.”
Thank’s for looking and
have a great Sunday.
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