It's a little blue boat
and it's floating
on the pond
in the park
and a little boy
chases shouting
down the path
as the old lady
sits and watches
what goes by
and the wind
is tugging coats
and catching sails
and the little blue boat
cuts bobbing
sailing free
and the wind
delights in tricks
with light and time
and the old lady
sees her own son's
face reflected
as the little boy
stops and stares
and thinks of ships at sea
© Mark Shepherd