Gee Golly Boat
Gee, golly, gee—
Look at the sea!
It’s bigger than big
And it’s wigglier than me.
Gee, golly, whoa—
The fog rolls low,
The waves stack tall,
And the wind won’t slow.
But I hold onto you,
And you hold your float:
You sway and you stay,
My gee golly boat.
When the ferries rush by
And their wakes make us rock,
You bob like a cork
Till we bump into the dock.
I don’t need to be free.
I don’t need to fly.
I’ve got the whole sea
And the whole wiggly sky,
Because you are my giant,
My steady, my own—
My gee golly boat
That carries me home.
Look at the sea!
It’s bigger than big
And it’s wigglier than me.
Gee, golly, whoa—
The fog rolls low,
The waves stack tall,
And the wind won’t slow.
But I hold onto you,
And you hold your float:
You sway and you stay,
My gee golly boat.
When the ferries rush by
And their wakes make us rock,
You bob like a cork
Till we bump into the dock.
I don’t need to be free.
I don’t need to fly.
I’ve got the whole sea
And the whole wiggly sky,
Because you are my giant,
My steady, my own—
My gee golly boat
That carries me home.
This poem is copyright (©) Mantha SL 2026
About the Writer
Mantha SL
Mantha SL is the pen name of Samantha Liistro, a designer who spends her days making homes and her evenings writing poems about finding them. Her poems arrive almost faster than she can write them down, and every one is tested out loud on friends and family before it is allowed to stay. These are her first published poems from a linked collection called Six Left Turns: Poems for Finding Your Way Home.
