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I must go down to the seas again


SC134 - Post 16 February - Photographing in the style of your favorite artist.
My favourite artist is a poet called John Masefield. This poem, the second verse in particular, is called 'Sea Fever' inspires this photo.
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 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.
There's always something interesting to find on the beach too. PiP

My favourite artist is a poet called John Masefield. This poem, the second verse in particular, is called 'Sea Fever' inspires this photo.
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 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.
There's always something interesting to find on the beach too. PiP

Per, , Doug Shepherd, Günter Klaus and 34 other people have particularly liked this photo
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I really like the poem as well..!!
Spike Milligan had his own version of this poem (although limited to just one verse thankfully):
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there,
I wonder if they're dry?
I hope you've had a good weekend.
Xata club has replied to Keith Burton clubAmelia club has replied to Keith Burton clubKeith Burton club has replied to Xata clubKeith Burton club has replied to Amelia clubBonne soirée dominicale paisible et reposante.
I like the poem too (as well as Keith's contribution...)
Don’t navigate anylonger but sometimes I miss the endless infinite of the sea all around…
Love your bw and the poem.
Amelia club has replied to Nick Weall clubIt’s tricky trying to catch a good wave, but you’ve trapped one here, Amelia.
Amelia club has replied to Steve Bucknell clubthe poem is also great and I also want to hear the sea-gulls crying again
Enjoy your week!
Best TOZ
molto bella !
I also like the sharp and well captured pip!
Wünsche noch einen schönen Nachmittag,liebe Grüße Güni :))
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