Happy Holidays
 

" Sea Fever "

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and 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 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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

By John Masefield (1878 - 1967)



Hope every one gets what they are looking for.

Fair winds, following seas.

Cheers to a great Holidays (yesterday was the start of Hannauka)

May winter not sink her teeth into us :devil2:

For my fellow Neolithic, obsidian chipping, hunter gatherers.
This poem was read as the close to Walter Cronkites eulogy.
I plan on it being read at mine. ( I will probably have to pay someone up front to do it ) As my ashes get put in the sea.
Death is not near( I hope ) I just thought this poem is spot on to my essence.

O.K. maybe I should get back on my meds.