I watched curious with abandoned care

As he counted each and sorted in pairs

Every last one he blessed with prayer

He meant no malice to those who dared

Question the size of the boat compared

To the number of animals he locked in there

It was a land bound boat that caused the stare

No water for miles; the land was bare

We watched with knowing smiles and sneers

As animals of all kinds were housed in tiers

Finally the boat was loaded; ready to steer

He said open water soon would appear

We laughed and waved to the crazy old goat

The man that built a land locked boat

How would he know if the thing would float?

Laughing, tears in our eyes and lump in our throat

The rain started early that day

We thought it would grow crops to stay

In days the crops were washed away

For forty days it stayed that way

The boat he built began to float

We tried swimming to cross the moat

The water too deep and wide you note

He sailed now; his full laden boat

The rest you know from history

The boat found land eventually

©6/1/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry