Winter at the Shipyard
The yard is quiet now
Fat powerboats resting on stands
Sleek sailboats leaning forward
Ready to leap or glide into the cold, green waters.
Ice and snow cover varnish and paint
Working black magic that must be undone
Next spring and summer.
Owners drive down to visit.
Sipping coffee in their cars and trucks
Staring at the harbor, then back to their dreams
Every man that doesn’t own one, wants one,
Every man that has one, says don’t get one.
Nothing will stop the dreamers, the boaters,
Except the ice and snow of winter.
Tom Crowley
The Snow Shipyard Collection – January, 2008
