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Originally Posted by tdw
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Ah sod it...Housman deserves more.....it really is a great poem.
Home Is the Sailor
Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.
Home is the hunter home from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.
'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.
A.E. Housman
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And still the sheep are scared ...
That poem is lovely TDW.
Up in the northern hemisphere it it is great to hear about southern hemisphere sailors having fun in their summer excursions by boat. We await the mellifluous account of your trip.
I could not quickly find a nice nautical poem to match yours but I want to include this one:
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,... See More
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How the unknown transcends the what we know. "
(I'll look up the link to the author tomorrow if you haven't 'googled' it yet)
My best to the Wombats,
Caleb D
Tartan 27' #328 owner, 1967