This is my sestina "Veleggiare" dedicated to the hopes that I'll make my school's sailing team. Wish me luck!

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Sestina: Veleggiare (Italian for “Sailing”)

One man stands alone on the beach, a sailor

Listening to the beckoning

Of the cool ocean’s breeze.

He climbs aboard a small sail boat

And unties the rope from the dock,

Unleashing the winds on his sail.

This morning, just this one boat will sail

With her lonely sailor

Far away from the secluded docks

Past many mightier than his boat

Only to answer his heart’s beckoning,

Harmonizing with the palm trees swaying in the breeze.

The sailor gazes at the red sail, flapping in the breeze

He pulls in some more, and off boat and master sail

To seek something they don’t know - neither man nor boat.

They’re simply following the heart of the sailor

Whose soothing lullabies are beckoning

The boat away from the confining docks.

At last they are far from the docks

Being pushed farther and farther by the strengthening breeze

But just as the wind blows stronger, the beckoning

Of the sailor’s heart calls on him to sail

Farther than any other captain or sailor

On his tiny boat.

The sailor and his small ship, come across another boat

Drifting towards the docks

Hoping to find another mate the sailor

Looks into the boat, but it sails away in the breeze

Slow enough for the sailor to see the sail

Flapping without a sailor, beckoning

For other boats to answer its coquettish beckoning

To follow suit and leave master for another boat

To sail wherever the boat decides to sail.

But all boats are tied to the docks

Except for our dear, red boat who is swaying in the breeze

Could she, would she leave her sailor?

The beckoning sea takes the boat to the docks

And lets her master climb off the boat and enjoy the morning breeze

But she is stead fast and doesn’t sail away from her sailor.

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