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An unseen hand guides in a gentle breeze.. And picks up the ocean with gentleness and ease, Lapping and slashing where the sea meets the land, Consistent insistant waves with sparkling light, Thrusting forward under the brightest sunlight, A witnessing vessel glides into sight, Dressed in full sail misty blue and white, Still she dares not anchor, She dances on her bow, the sea is all she knows but yet she will not anchor, That yacht called Tara. The whispering wind then did command, This is your safe harbour, Take down your sails, drop down and root your anchor, Step forth from the sea and feel the Terra Firma. By Frances Rose Kelly. For you ...inspired by your sea scapes