SON OF THE SEA
by: e-pony
A thousand
miles and more
To either shore,
Yet still the ocean's roar
Called to me.
Son of the north,
But I heard the sea.
Born in the
land of ten thousand lakes,
Where Superior's icy water breaks
In crested waves upon the sand,
I was pulled by a stronger tide --
The salt-sea swell of the ocean side --
And the lure of a distant land.
A thousand
miles and more
To either shore,
Yet still the ocean's roar
Called to me.
Son of the north,
But I felt the sea.
As I boy, I
sailed in sheltered bays,
Haunted the wharves and shipping quays,
And steered my dreams by a northern star.
But by twenty, I could find no rest.
My inner compass pointed west,
To a place unknown and far.
A thousand
miles and more
To either shore,
Yet still the ocean's roar
Called to me.
Son of the north,
But I knew the sea.
At twenty-one,
grown strong and tall,
I answered that seductive siren's call --
And left the house that never felt a home.
But the passing miles could not quell
The bitterness of a cold farewell
Nor my Viking urge to roam.
A thousand
miles and more
To either shore,
Yet still the ocean's roar
Called to me.
Son of the north,
But I chose the sea.
In California,
my heart knew rest,
And the surcease of my inner quest,
At my long-sought journey's end.
For I found home port in the oddest place,
In the sea-deep eyes of a stranger's face --
My safe harbor in a friend.
A thousand
miles and more
To either shore,
Yet still the ocean's roar
Called to me.
Son of the north,
But I found the sea.
THE END