Ode to Rope

[Vipersdad]

As I cast off for that very first time,
The "rope" in my hand has now become "line".
And hauling the sails to the top of the mast,
That "rope", now a "halyard" holds strong, taught and fast.
Then sailing in brisk winds full force on a beat.
The sails are trimmed in by that "rope" that's a "sheet".
And now at my anchorage with sails safely stowed,
I trust in that "rope" that now serves as a "rode".
Through all my life I will never lose hope,
Of a reason or time to play with a rope.

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[crazycarl]

thank you viper, i enjoyed this!

i think i'll put this on a plaque and hang it in our 19's cabin.


carl

[skip1930]

vipe O'man,

Outstanding.

thanx skip.

[Greene]

You know you are thoroughly addicted to sailing when you get a warm fuzzy feeling as you read this ode. 

Thanks George.  I hadn't heard that one before.

Mike

[Billy]

Loved it!
Plus 1 to you good sir!

[Vipersdad]

Here is the history on this:

In commenting about his "love of rope" as a boy and into manhood, Lt/C Barry Briggs, S, of the Durham (NC) Power Squadron wrote this ditty, which was published in the August 1999 edition of the National Power Squadron magazine, ENSIGN.

Here is the website that documents the quote:

http://www.commanderbob.com/homepage.html

[kickingbug1]

 now that is a keeper