I saw your gull’s page and instantly recalled this stanza from ‘Sea Fever’ by John Masefield: 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.
Thank you for sharing that excerpt with me, Wren. That stanza speaks to me, especially as I saw the ocean and cried some days ago. I'm going to save it to add to the page later.
I saw your gull’s page and instantly recalled this stanza from ‘Sea Fever’ by John Masefield: 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.
Thank you for sharing that excerpt with me, Wren. That stanza speaks to me, especially as I saw the ocean and cried some days ago. I'm going to save it to add to the page later.