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 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 quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
– Sea Fever by John Masefield
HANNA'S WALK 
Photo is excellent!
Thanks a lot, Alexander!!
I adore that poem! You have the perfect shot to go with it. TY, Hanna!
Thank you, Resa!! The sea is never the same and I love to discover the shift in clouds, waves, birds, mussels, pebble and seaweed. xx
It sounds wonderful, and it also sounds a lot like the prairies!!! (but with rosehips and bullrushes instead of mussels and seaweed.)xx
Prairies sounds like a nice place to visit 🙂 I had to Google it to learn more.
Did you know that you can eat bulrushes?
That means the root of it though I never tried!
PS I always think about meals 🙂 🙂
LOL! No, I didn’t know we could eat the roots. Thank you, for that!! xx
🙂 xx
Is that what we Americans would call “cat tails”?
It sure is, Fred!
Beautiful photo, and it fits the poem perfectly!
Thanks a lot! I love that poem.
Yea, I long for the sea too! And if you – fellow-rover – tell me your story, then that’s all I need.
Thanks a lot, David!! And you might read my next story about The idyllic mass grave 🙂