Sees Here This Boat Poem by Mark Heathcote

That wooden knot child was once a cradle
To a sea-green bud and a flowering spark
Now it's a part of this boat this ladle
Cradling you we in a rowing boat instead.

Please child takes great care, how you row
How you go, grow, life is a flickering candle
If you take a wrong turn, you can plateau
And fall or even; end-up windup dead.

Sees here this boat has had many a life
And child it's crossed many shores safely,
It's even-been carved by a kids penknife
But it's always stood or sailed blithely.