Vicki McFarlane

Jeannie Watkin writes:

I am standing by the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud, just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes! Gone where? Gone from my sight is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull...