Hi everyone,
Today a flight and some poetry ...
Enjoy,
Matt
On the mudflats of Cantizac,
A stranger from the north
Rests its creaking wooden flanks,
A Zeepunter far from its first shores.
Its leeboards like wings,
Caress the mud in silence,
While the faithful tide
Draws its gentle rhythm.
In this corner of the sleeping Gulf
Where sails and foresails dance,
This traveler from the Netherlands
Tells its distant tales.
Sturdy child of Zeeland
On our Breton shores,
It offers us its legend
And its secrets of the horizon.
Its weathered planks
By so many seas crossed,
Whisper to amazed passersby
Of unknown adventures.
In this maritime theater
Where our familiar features sail,
It sketches, sublime guest,
The art of being a little singular.
Today a flight and some poetry ...
Enjoy,
Matt
On the mudflats of Cantizac,
A stranger from the north
Rests its creaking wooden flanks,
A Zeepunter far from its first shores.
Its leeboards like wings,
Caress the mud in silence,
While the faithful tide
Draws its gentle rhythm.
In this corner of the sleeping Gulf
Where sails and foresails dance,
This traveler from the Netherlands
Tells its distant tales.
Sturdy child of Zeeland
On our Breton shores,
It offers us its legend
And its secrets of the horizon.
Its weathered planks
By so many seas crossed,
Whisper to amazed passersby
Of unknown adventures.
In this maritime theater
Where our familiar features sail,
It sketches, sublime guest,
The art of being a little singular.
