Tuesday 27 March 2012: "...their ship was anchored..."
I must 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 grey dawn breaking.
I must 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 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.
By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)
The Nora Diary, Day 14
Pleasant. Cafeteria to
lunch. After work went
after my snaps. Freda
went with me- and then
we came up to Jolly's
and had an ice
cream. Wrote a letter.
I called on May. The boys
unable to come over as
their ship was anchored
down the harbor. In
the evening May went
canoeing on the Charles.
The boys were her beau, the birthday boy,Gordon and Nora's younger brother, Paul.
For the Record,
This day came in below freezing. We lost the beautiful magnolia blossoms. I must wait to hear about the fate of the tender apple blossoms.
I've been out since late mrning, an early birthday treat to lunch and a movie. Ah, the life of the retired. We saw The Hunger Games and I felt they did the book justice.