My Boat

(Reading level: grade 3.8)

I went and bought a little boat,
You'd think the thing would barely float.
A thing of rotted wood and rust,
I had to buy it or I'd bust.

I repaired the rotted wood and rust,
And found a boat a man could trust.
I scraped and painted here and there,
With dreams of sea winds blowin' fair.

A fine new sail the wind will bloat,
As I cross the sea in my new boat.

Clint Bowman
1 July 1995


This poem was published in "Treasured Poems of America", winter 1996.