The Shore Rushed By

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A picknick table near a flying flag,
where a riverfront Beaufort battles the ocean back.
And the water rushed by...

There were five people and a hobie cat,
headed down the channel on a starboard tack,
They were grossly overweighted.
Any hope to steer was lost.
And the shore rushed by...

Down current, the end draws near, a worried eye,
a glimpse at what lies ahead.

Like a silent Edgar Sawtel,
time thickened like wet cement
And the ocean seemed mad.
Mad, mad with jealousy, anything else would be discredited.

There was a full moon tide and a six knot current.
John Towers hobie cat had come about and run ashore.
There was a look of fear and dedication to holding on,
to holding on...

Down current, the end draws near, a worried eye,
a glimpse at what lies ahead.