Finally a gust, we've been rowing too long
The wind had been absent but is now blowing strong
The call comes to jibe and our yacht turns on a dime
We are all having one hell of a time
For dinner we anchor and hop on to shore
It is one of those evenings that warms you to the core
Skimming stones, strumming tunes, just generally thriving
Then early to bed with a new day arriving