And, Matt asks that we, "Have a safe/productive lift in".
Boat Farm (by Kristen Schram)
springtime sailboats ripe for reaping
warmth is here and ice receded
birth from ground and dirt completed
next to lettuce masts are peeping
lines reach downward, deeply rooted
water, weeding, sunlight, caring
hungry rabbits, traps ensnaring
sails unfurl to show they’ve fruited
changed from seeds to full-grown cow boats
(just for sailing, not for eating)
wind against the jib is beating
time to find out if its bow floats
trek from farm to lake is charted
cranes uplift the boats to moorings
through the air the hulls are soaring
sailing season is now started
racers sail along with cruisers
decoyed pirates hunt for treasure
crashing into spray for pleasure
drop a cocktail, you’re the loser
ice and snow are slowly creeping
over water frost is carried
boats returned to farm and buried
winter sailboats time for sleeping