Sailing Home Poem by Douglas McClarty

We sat upon Pegasus
My son, my friend and me
On a brisk Sunday morning
We set sail on the open sea
Slipped moorings at Cushendall
Now facing a fresh morning squall
The telltales on the shroud revealed
As we pass through Rathlin sound
For we are sailing on Pheobus wings
Together we battle the storm and rain
The spray stinging, burning our eyes
Our course set for the town of Coleraine
Eight hours we struggled against the sea
Trusting Pheobus to guide us safely through
As he rode Pegasus a boat bearing his name
Trusting these gods the waters slowly calmed
As the sea fog lifted, we sailed towards land
Saved by the gods, to sail with them again.