sunsets are so special when you are boating
drifting in a gentle breeze
sipping wine and playing soft music
watching the sun kiss the horizon
as she reflects in the water
and paints the clouds pink
slowly falling out of view
her last gasp is almost audible
before the night sky creeps in
the moon becomes the bright queen of the night
stars and planets emerge from the sunless sky
night time is also special when you are boating
until you hit a crab pot while cruising in the dark
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 
Sir Ian,
I think the photos you select for your poems are fabulous! I hope you consider publishing a book. I will buy iy and with your autograph, it will be worth a fortune!
Miss you both ❤️😘
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Haha! Such beautiful words. All flowing nicely. And then the abrupt reality of a crab pot in your path. Well done.
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Damn crab pots!!!
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Sooo happy we’ll soon be enjoying another sunset cruise with you guys 🌅
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