Sean

Deep blue water,
Endless abyss
Source of joy, endless summer
Glide,
Over water,
Glide.
 
Heart beats faster,
Pumping like the salt stained mainsheet,
Almost there, but will I get,
First!  It happened.
Across my face,
A smile to make whole, the half set sun
Becomes my first place trophy
-          Sean H. Andrew
 
Sean is an enthusiast in many facets of life.  When he is not enjoying the power of Mother Nature filling his sails, he practices origami, speaking Russian, hot soup, canvas paintings, and poetry.