Poetry #23

A warm sunny ray

Crosses all the way

To enlighten our day

Drift our boat away

from the welcoming bay

By the light month of May

So what can you say?
It’s been a week

Since we’ve been afloat

Nothing to seek

Not even a goat

Stoping by a creek

Thinking In our boat

We needed something to seek
Time has passed

We’re going home

Dreams have been classed

It’s been awesome

We shall be dressed

To hear the welcome

Very well expressed
By our dear friend

Who we deeply miss

And to whom we send

Our warmest kiss

There is nothing to pretend

She’s our own Sis