The Nautical Dance Poem by Anthony Foster

The sunshine sparkling by the sandy beach,
The quick paddle for the shore,
Water droplets sparkling in the cooling breeze,
Who could want for anything more,

Lets weigh the anchor and proceed to Weymouth bay,
We will get there in four hours, it will be fun,
Just a reach out to the headland way,
Then a tack along the coast it will be a good run,
Says the Captain.

We passed the Cherbourge ferry as we cleared Poole harbour mouth,
So we rounded the Durlston headland, and she heeled when clear to the south,
So the course is set out to the west and the sea it is getting rough,
As she cleaved and swished her course way through the heaving broth,

Beneath The Towering Cliffs we heeled from the blustery power,
The dancing spray was catching the light, as she shimmied around in the shower,
To ready about and out again once more on the starboard tack,
A couple of miles out to sea then our course change will bring us back,

We meet more towering cliffs a few miles up the coast,
As it became clear that the cliff was near the wind dropped down to a ghost,
We rounded about as the bottom shelved, then we beat out from the lee,
Pitching her way through this nautical dance, we knew where we wanted to be,

At sea and free, Also in the pub at Weymouth.