By Hollidays (Hollybranches) on Wednesday, November 30, 2011 - 04:26 pm:
Today's question posed another question. Are they freighters or are they lakers? I call them freighters and am posting a poem for the brave that have traveled the Great Lakes.
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 gray 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.
John Masefield
By Shirley Waggoner (Shirlohio) on Wednesday, November 30, 2011 - 05:00 pm:
Hollidays, it seems your collection of books of poetry may challenge mine. I love the old classics.
By Hollidays (Hollybranches) on Wednesday, November 30, 2011 - 06:28 pm:
Almost forgot; Congrats to Cindy Barga (Hoosiergirl) for getting the early bird today. Good job, it was a mind bender!
By Cindy Barga (Hoosiergirl) on Thursday, December 1, 2011 - 06:20 am:
Thanks Hollidays! I always check in before I go to work to feed the kids. I rarely bag a bird though.