Thursday, November 20, 2014

sea fever

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




(extract from Sea-Fever by John Masefield)







2 comments:

  1. Love this poem, it always reminds me of my son who loves sailing X

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    1. sailing is something I've always wanted to try! x

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