Bailey The Sailor

Bailey The Sailor short poem

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When I teach Bailey to sail, that will be the cat’s meow
Now this is the stern, and that is the bow
Here is the tiller, makes her turn, helps to steer
And when she sees how it works, she surely will cheer
This is a halyard and that is a sheet
Keep them all cleared, coiled and laid neat
Now the sails set, a jib and a main
Find your point of sail, your course to maintain
When I teach Bailey to sail there won’t be enough oceans
She will always be drawn to a swell and the motion
The tack and the gybe, beat to weather, a following sea
Bailey will then know how to sail, and she will have learned it from me.

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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Grandparents are awesome teachers! Need we more to say:)


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