Sunday, March 3, 2013

By Taz

Sea Fever

By John Masefield
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.

2014 and Freedom 



  1. Best post on here for a while... Oh that's because it was Taz who posted...

  2. Niko,

    After all these years I've noticed that you work in tourism. Are you the one with the glasses in Little Britain - no surprise there - who says on behalf of the better together campaign "Computer says NO"