My Favourite Times In Sailing

Alesha Sailing

Thrill and excitement of an ocean ride...

My Favourite Times In Sailing The wind lashes and hurls through the masts Howling a gentle warning to all brave children of the sea. Whitewash waves crash against the harbor wall Standing guard, loyal to the bitter end, in a losing battle. A shiver down my spine reminds me of how small and vulnerable we are When we play with the unforgiving power of the ocean. Like a lion tamer, a single second of disrespect is all it takes. Yet beyond the cautious thoughts of my mind I always feel an eagerness to take on the challenge And surrender to the thrill and excitement of an ocean ride. These are my favourite times in sailing. When the cold bites, the rain pelts and the wind whips But all goes unnoticed in my little world of survival to stay upright. Gasps of breath between salt spray and fatigue When I call upon my outer strength But discover an inner strength. No longer is it a cut-throat battle of competitor versus competitor Often driven by pride and ego. It is now survival Us versus the elements Together we are One Brave children of the sea. - Alesha Thorpe.

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