Sea-Fever
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)
Message in a bottle
Angel of Shadow
08/23/08
~ ahhh me ol' salt....thank ye kind sir :)
I hope I feel better soon, too...lol
have a great weekend, my friend
and thank you for stopping by 'n' smilin' stormy day
*warm hugs*
Sash xx
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MidnightPrince69
08/15/08
MattNJake1
08/14/08
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Angel of Shadow
08/14/08
~ well, she hasn't been very well actually..lol
but nothing keeps her down for long...
thanks so much for stopping by, me ol' salt ;)
have a fabulous Friday, dear one
*warm hugs*
Sash xx
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MattNJake1
08/10/08
Message in a bottle