My boat
My thrill started before I knew
just what a boat was. I'd found an
old bottle from somewhere I have
forgotten now. On rainy days
I'd put my little boat into
a stream of water gushing down
the hill and away. On it's down
hill trek I'd be there acting as
Captain of my ship, steering, not
aware how fragile my vessel
might have been It didn't bother
that I had to go, bring it back
I'd do it over and over
again and again. When I tired
the boat went in my stash, along
with my other make to do toys
[Taken at the Little Venice Canal Boat show, 2014, London, U.K.]
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