I must go down to the sea again, to the lovely 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 sea 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 sea 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 fellow freeper rover
And sweet dreams and memories when the freeper cruise is over.
Leni
I love that poem and your little addition at the end! Being a water baby, I would love to spend days and nights on the beach or the water.
Listening to the ebb and flow of the tide. The waves crashing on the shore when the sea is angry or the wavelets lapping when the sea is happy.
The first FReeper cruise is a memory that I will always cherish. I hope that everyone has the happiest and best time on the cruise.