A Renforth Boat Club Christmas poem December 3rd, 2014 by Rev. Eric Phinney
The Boats are all wrapped The bilges all drained
all upon stands and cribwork all secure and maintained.
Cushions and tea cups; Wine glasses and sunscreen, all put away
waiting for sunshine and a new season ,and a first mate to obey.
Post tropical Arthur brought winds that blustered
Breaking Keels, masts and dinghy docks and the calling of adjusters.
But we enjoyed our BBQs, raft ups, Swimming and drinks
and of course our lunches.
The dragon course was shortened due to the northerly
And Kernow met Arthur rather forcefully.
But now the days are short The nights are long
there will be ice in the harbor and fishing shacks to put on.
Some boats have gone Others are new.
Some captains and mates Have crosses the bar and found their shores too.
The season of Advent is here right now
It is the count down to Christmas and remembrance of just how
It’s a season for the giving of thanks And the pondering life
It is a time to end hunger, discord and strife.
This is the day and this is the hour
When God himself made his advisory cower
He walked in our midst He traveled our roads
He sailed our great ships And he listened up close
He shared with us his thoughts and his heart
He modelled a life that he could impart.
Jesus our saviour A fishermen’s friend
Stands in our midst on this night once again.