Posted by: aboutalbion | August 31, 2017

Poetry

“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.”

[verse 2 from ‘Sea Fever’ by John Masefield (1878 – 1967)]

Over the last four years, I have heard this ‘wild call’ to be beside the sea.  And in the coming days, I shall be moving to my final retirement home on the south coast of the UK.

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