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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.
-John Masefield
"Life is a voyage homeward bound."
Dad was from a small island on the West Coast of Sweden called Tjörnekalv - Mom was from a tiny Dutch island in the Caribbean - called Saba - and - as my sister Pam put it, "They met in the melting pot - Brooklyn, New York" - in the 1920's. Both Mom and Dad came from a long line of seafarers - and that is what Dad was too.
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