Some say that boats are not named but rather a name finds the boat,
And, like a watched pot unwilling to boil, a name comes in it's own time.
Thus it was for my boat, hundreds of names were given thought,
But none it seemed were really sought .
Going nameless until it's name found it,
Then it happened... the name was spoken and it fit.
Some boats have people names... some have concepts,
Mine has both.
Each of us in our lifetime, have a short list of heroes,
They may be anyone, there really aren't any rules.
Two on my list were Father and Grandfather... both very good men,
Each displayed a rare combination of strength and gentleness.
Both were Richards,
Hence where my boat's name came.
May their spirit be hers as she wanders
waters so much a part of their lives.
Resting my spirit in the same breezes,
&
Relaxing my soul among the faint ripplesmade by their sojourns.