07/30/2026
The mighty Pop'Aye tossed by the sea,
Wind roared like beasts, wild and free.
Waves like mountains, dark and tall,
Threatened to make the brave ship fall.
Through blackest night, a tiny spark,
We fought the storm, left our mark.
Each lurch and crash, a test so deep,
While weary souls their vigil keep.
The mast it groaned, the sails held sure,
And on we sailed, wanting more.
Dawn broke at last, a gentle gleam,
And Mackinac rose, a hopeful dream.
We reached the shore, though tired and sore,
The perilous journey, we survived for sure.
By Thomas Lyman
(Friend and Crewmate of Hanson Bratton on Pop’Aye)
2026 Bayview Mackinac Race