Afloat on Little Vixen
Rocking on the river
As the speedboats hurried by
The crowds of clouds raced cross
The ever changing canvas sky…
I lay there contented
On my little boat…
Now a sailor according to himself…
Who calls himself a poet!
Rocking on the river
As the speedboats hurried by
The crowds of clouds raced cross
The ever changing canvas sky…
I lay there contented
On my little boat…
Now a sailor according to himself…
Who calls himself a poet!