"I credit your web site with having enticed me into a great experience aboard Rose, cruising from Newport through the Cape Cod Canal and around Massachusetts Bay in June. On my return, I got this poem as a present from my wife, a person who, sadly for me, detests sailing. She seems to have got it just right, and she wasn't even there..."

David Thomas (Dmin7@aol.com)
New York City

I felt it The spray fresh flung At the hull timbers heaving Heartward in the salting sun Multiple masts vault Into a hot blue that swoops Down to prow-burst foam While on this baked concrete corner Waiting for a pay phone I felt it And could have cried for joy To hail your happiness. Jamie Bernstein Thomas June 17, 1997