Cabin Fever Setting In...
Dec. 27, 2007

Sea Fever
John Masefield

I must go 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 gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go 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 go 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.


 

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Poem published in CHARLESTOWN SUNBURST News

In a similar sentiment, I share this recently published poem of
mine:
BETHANY BEACH

Thoughts flow freely
in the quiet of the roaring surf

Life passes ''fore and aft'
in fine grained mounds of sand

Queries come and go
in the water's ebb and flow

Time - minutes, hours, years
swoop with gulls in flight

Ups and downs of life'
distance in the dolphin's arch

Then it is over.
Linelle

Linelle - 10:54 PM - Jan. 3, 2008

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