“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 Mansfield
Oh, how I miss the ocean! This is one of my favorite poems and stirs up so much in my heart and soul. The ocean makes me feel so connected and yet so free. The smell of the salt air, the cry of the gulls and the roar of the waves crashing on the rocks near the shore. I think I have been the happiest and most at peace at the Oregon coast. I need to go again, and soon! .
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