Boat

Fishing with Peter early on Thursday

What a beautiful sunrise to start the day

I sat admiring the view on the pier

Trying to contain my excitement and fear

 

The sunrise was such a beautiful sight

It must give hope at the end of each night

Everything was quiet and calm

It's like a peaceful shot in the arm

 

The sea was as still as ice

A view i simply can't describe

Moving at speed along the surface

Amazement written all over my face

 

Stopping to throw in our lines

Both talking of harder times

The time moved so fast

As we spoke about our past

 

Almost immediately i caught a bite

A small flat fish with little fight

Peter caught another flat fish too

We were optimistic that this was the start of a few

 

Despite our best attempts we caught no more

Our ego's bruised, battered and sore

A few other areas were tried

But none provided more fish to fry

 

So we dropped the anchor and went in for a dip

Tops off and off the boat i slip

My heart stops as i hit the depths

Trying hard to get my breath

 

We swim onto the shore

And chat for some more

About the pressure of life

And about our troibles and strife

 

Discussing that less is more and more is less

And how life judges us on how people dress

What kind of world we're living in

And will we ever really win

 

Back on the boat to return to dry land

Whilst docking the boat i give Peter a hand

Making sure the boat is docked in the correct space

With concentration on our face

 

The trip ends back at the harbour

I really couldn't have asked for more

The views, the catch, the chat and the hope

A perfect trip on Peter's boat

 

Thank you Peter for being part of my journey

On my way to recovery.

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