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The Dock, by Fred Pflaum

A Kadey-Krogen is a different kind of boat. So, more than in communities of other boat owners, you find a wider range of unique talents and fascinating characters, and gentle, adventurous souls who live life with great gusto and few regrets. So maybe you'll get to know a banjo-pickini former Under Secretary of State. Or a seventy-something who spent the summer cross country cycling for cancer research. Or one who writes so much in so few words.

Enjoy iThe Dock,i written by Kadey-Krogen 48' North Sea owner Fred Pflaum.



The Dock, by Fred Pflaum, 2008

A young father with a bouncing step
Walks quietly down towards the docks,
A small newborn sleeping peacefully
In a canvas carrier strapped to his back.
He stops at an old trawler tied to an end pier.
Something about the old boat pulls him closer.
He gently removes his son from the backpack,
Cradles him so the boy can see the boat and
Together they begin to dream.

The boat calls out to them in words unspoken.
"Untie me. Come aboard. Start my engines.
The whole world is waiting for us."
The young man thinks to himself, "I can't just now.
It's almost dinner time and I have work tomorrow."

Tides come and go. Years go by.
A 10 year old on a rusty bike rides down to the docks.
He stops at the old trawler and begins to dream
Of pirates and buried treasure and endless adventures.
The boat calls out to him in words unspoken.
"Untie me. Come aboard. Start my engines.
The whole world is waiting for us."
The young boy thinks to himself, "I can't just now.
There is school tomorrow and my parents would be angry."

Tides come and go. Years go by.
A young man in graduation robes parks his
Shiny new car down by the docks.
He stops by the old trawler and begins to dream
Of coral reefs and deep-sea fishing. Of beautiful
Tan women speaking languages he doesn't understand.
The boat calls out to him in words unspoken.
"Untie me. Come aboard. Start my engines.
The whole world is waiting for us."
The young graduate thinks to himself, "I can't just now.
My new job starts tomorrow. This will have to wait"

Tides come and go. Years go by.
A grey haired man with a cane and a slight limp
Walks slowly down the docks.
He pauses by the old trawler and begins to dream
Of days gone by and dreams unfulfilled.
Of journeys untaken. Of countless missed sunsets.
The boat calls out to him in words unspoken.
"Untie me. Come aboard. Start my engines.
The whole world is waiting for us."
The old man sighs.