The wind

in my face

and the sun

on my back

and the flap

of the sails

and the helm

beneath my hands

The Sea is my freedom.

The spray

of the ocean

and the cry

of the gulls

and the smell

of the brine

and the shouts

of the sailors

The Sea is my freedom.

The toss

of the ship

and the creak

of the beams

and the stitching

of canvass

and the faint tang

of tar

The Sea is my freedom.

The sunrise

at morning

and the sunset

at dusk

and the heat

of high noon

and the flashing lightning

during storms

The Sea is my freedom.