September 20, 2011

• “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.

  Poem by John Masefield (1878-1967
  Photographs taken during the Dana Point
  Tall Ship Festival’s Canon Battle
  9/11/2011

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