Sea-Fever 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.
By John Masefield
This fantastic ATC is so touchy feely and made up from fibres and papers you would need to see it in the flesh it is so different from the photo..it really is stunning... thankyou linda another of your Poetry swaps.
Luv Chriss x
Please scroll down for The Daniel George appeal x
