
Sail Away
by Donald Crews
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Putt...putt...putt
What a perfect day!
It is a perfect day for sailing.
I want to sail right now.
Are you ready?
Do you have any boat?
Yes, I have one.
Come along.
All aboard.
Putt....putt...putt..
They sail through it.
It is easy to sailing.
Go under the bridge.
putt....putt...putt...
Past the lighthouse.
Motor off....
Sails up..
Sailing..
Look up in the sky.
It is clean.
Oh, Clear sky turns cloudy and gray.
Gray skies darken.
Sea swell.(¹Ù´å¹°°áÀÌ ±ÁÀÌÄ¡°í ÀÖÁö¿ä...^^)
It must be angry.
Angry sea...
Sails down.
We have to go back.
We turn for home.
Calm again.
moored...(¹è¸¦ Á¤¹Ú½ÃÄ×±º¿ä ^^)
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Over me.
In front of me.
Behind me and next to me.
In, in, in, in.
On, on, on.
Under, under.
Side, side, side.
Row, row, row your boat.
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream.