Het gedicht is geschreven door een vader, die zijn kinderen ziet vertrekken voor een wereldreis per zeilboot.
If I could talk to the sea I would say to the sea, I would say:
These are my beloved children. You have met them before.
You have tested their courage with your fierce and awesome rage.
They are about to embark on a journey. A lifetime dream.
A product of many years of dedicated labor.
Take them in your mighty arms and carry them
swiftly and safely on their way.
If I could talk to the wind I would say to the wind, I would say:
These are my dear friends. You, like the sea, have met them before.
You have measured them with your many moods –
from calm to zephyr to hurricane.
Mind their course and fill their sails
and follow them wherever they go.
If I could talk to the people that they meet along the way I would say to them, I would say: these are gentle people, kind and brave.
Welcome them and make them feel at home.
Fred Holth is 2 dagen later plotseling overleden.
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