Sailing to Sunset and carving through waves
The Solent, a blink that our memory saves
The Race round the island before the light bathes;
The hungry adventure the traveller craves.
The yachtsmen see seaward horizons that gleam
They pull to the future, they work as a team
Each jive across breezes to catch that sunbeam:
The treasure is more than the glimpse it might seem.
The landmark ahead is a couplet of eyes;
a haystack discovery just where the third lies?
The jut from the surface – twin challenges rise:
To thread through the Needles, the ultimate Prize!
The Shores and their beaches so often left blank
Some sunsets are peaceful, the colours we rank
Like rainbows, the pebbles upon the left bank
Now coming the thrill, there are sailors to thank….
The great annual contest the sands of shore grace:
binoculars peeled for the spectacle case
The Wight of our eyes is so etched on our face
The splendours and sights of Our Great Island Race!