Last image from the photo challenge by Charles Martin
Sitting on the pier
What a beautiful day
No traces of fear
And nothing to say
Looking up at the ship of dreams
The waves lap like a kitten
A lone seagull screams
And somehow I’m smitten
It’s destiny I suppose
Creaky new boards
These sails and ropes in rows
The clanking of swords
But to never see the shore…
To lose sight of firm ground
Just water- more and more
Fierce waves that rise and pound
Fog and dark of stormy night
salty world of endless tears
aching surging windy might
rain surf driven spears
Desperation and adventure skim
Beneath the surface of the water
Like a siren on a whim
Neptune’s fairest daughter
Sitting on the pier
For courage I pray
No coward face to leer
And nothing to say
The Wisdom of Gavroche 
Interesting Toni…you begin without fear and after considering the adventure…you have fear….Guess when we consider what life may hold for us we do develop some fear….another fine poem in the challenge.
Thanks! I was thinking about exactly that. If I jump into something without thinking, I’m just excited. But if I stand there thinking about it for too long, I end up scaring myself.