Canvas jib flapping, snaring the wind    
My grandpa, wrinkled, smiling down     
The little boat racing, chasing the sun    
All around us, waves, blue as his eyes.    

My grandpa, wrinkled, smiling down     
His callused hand over mine on the tiller    
All around us, waves, blue as his eyes    
And we sail, salty, windblown, smiling.    

His callused hand over mine on the tiller    
Faded, frayed straw hats on our heads        
And we sail, salty, windblown, smiling    
Anywhere, together, my grandpa and me.    

Canvas jib flapping, snaring the wind    
Faded, frayed straw hats on our heads        
Anywhere, together, my grandpa and me    
The little boat racing, chasing the sun.

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