Un-billowed and furled
color splashed and swirled
across the nylon stitching
it stretches. This wretched
contraption missed the boat
and sits afloat my shipping table.
Have I a reason to be prone
to such treason as to let this parcel,
a morsel of sailing finery, sit unshipped?
Destination: Down under and his boat
sits asunder. Without the means
to make it go, this damn boat will
go real slow. I’m glad to regale ya,
NOW OFF TO AUSTRALIA! HAIL YEAH!
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
The sheilas will be lined up on the shore waiting:)'If you need anything,just whistle.You know how to do that,don't you Walt.Just put your lips together and blow!
And let the hot air do the rest!
A thought for Waltwho should bemore of a sportwhen it comesto sheilas andtheir feelasDon't crush the flowers of wisdom with the hob nailed boots of cynicism.
My goodness, how utterly profound!