Cove

The day was here to finally sail away,
The anchor was then cut at the break of day.
At this point there was no looking back,
We were on what we thought was the right track.
Nothing ahead of us except the open sea,
Just enjoying our afternoon lemon and tea.
The waves were getting large,
And starting to be in control of the boat and take charge.
After a nice mid-afternoon slumber,
We discovered an island full of lumber.
The island seemed to be empty and no one there,
And you could even feel it in the spooky air.
Just to the left of the island we spotted a cove,
Upon seeing this we left the boat and dove.
As we kept going, even though the water was cold,
We could feel ourselves growing up and getting old.
We never jumped off the ship in the first place,
It was just an imagination of a childhood case.
Where we were adventurous and full of life,
playing around with scissors and sometimes a knife.
But now our time has come for this to be over,
and to just sit around the ship and rover.
No more splashing in the mud or in the river,
this thought just sometimes makes me shiver.