I wrote this poem on a small ship on the passage between Fort Lauderdale, Florida and Freeport on Grand Bahama Island. I was on a work assignment. The last few miles into the harbor were in shallow water and the channel was marked with buoys. Out of the channel it was very shallow. The perils of getting off-course were very apparent and the poem came to my mind. As I was writing the poem, I was also thinking about the 19 vessels that I had counted that had run aground as I was delivering a vessel from Florida to New York Harbor.
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