This is about my little-big brother (he is older than me, but he has always seemed younger because he is severely autistic and doesn't talk much though he causes lots of trouble). When my family used to visit my grandma's house by the river, my mom would walk with him and take endless photos of him, overlooking the bluffs. Creature of habit,  he started stopping for Mom to take pictures at random times. He was real cute as a child. The river scenery was amazing. As for this poem, it is kinda sentimental and kinda out-there. Sail away with him? Really? What was I thinking?