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 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.
- John Masefield
Makes me want to visit the west coast again. Love traveling Oregon.
ReplyDeleteGood call Greyone- this picture just north of Rockaway Beach ( I think)
ReplyDeleteThe page backgound is a shot I took in Gold Beach