Down to the Beach

Because I love the sea, even when it is a #winterinspring day, a colleague suggested that I look at Masefield's below.  

Sea Fever

BY JOHN MASEFIELD

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 grey 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.

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MY THOUGHTS 

Beach Joy

by Carol Varsalona

I must go down to the beach again, to the tranquil beach and the bright sky,

And all I ask is a dancing kite and a traveling guide to float on by;

And the hum of the water and the wind's song and the rainbow kite's rising,

And a sandy sight on the beach's shore, and spring surprising.

I must go down to the beach again, for the hum of rippling waves

Is a lulling sound and a calming sound that my heart engraves.

      And all I ask is a spring day with soaring seagulls circling   

And the gritty sand and the blue sky, and waves sparkling.

I must go down to the beach again, to the restful summer life,

To the sun's way and the ocean's way where nature is without strife;

And all I ask is a great pose from a feathered plover,

     

And sunset night and a peaceful dream when the day's over.

©Carol Varsalona, 2018 

                                                      
🏖🏖🏖I join Tabatha Yeatts at her blog site where she is hosting Poetry Friday and poetry anthology for middle school students about mistakes, "Imperfect". This week has been a busy one with six presentations over four days and I kept dozing off as I finished this poem. I woke to see that the day turned into Saturday so this Poetry Friday post is marked the next day. 

"Our imperfections make us unique as surely as our strengths."

-Toni Sorenson