Sunday, 11 December 2011
SEA FEVER REVISITED
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I seek is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by.
But all I have is a rowing boat, moored inches from the land,
And not a hope of reaching her, for I'm up to my chest in sand.
(With apologies to Masefield, and thanks to Magpie Tals for the picture)