I'm learning to sail out of Baseline lake where the wind frequently shifts; presumably because it's a small inland lake. The sailing club celebrated its 70th anniversary the other day, and had a limerick/haiku contest. I found this haiku by one of our skippers (Meg) to be particularly delightful and appropriate--so much that I'd even go as far as to deem it as a quintessential sailing haiku:
Sail on Baseline Lake;
wind blows from all directions.
Oops, I tacked again.
The haiku seen here is a poem structured with five syllables on the first line, seven on the second, and five at the end; none of the words rhyme. If I understood haiku correctly from reading in eleventh grade, the end of the poem usually has some kind of a kicker to finish it off.
Sail on Baseline Lake;
wind blows from all directions.
Oops, I tacked again.
The haiku seen here is a poem structured with five syllables on the first line, seven on the second, and five at the end; none of the words rhyme. If I understood haiku correctly from reading in eleventh grade, the end of the poem usually has some kind of a kicker to finish it off.
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