by John Masefield (from Salt-Water Ballads, 1902)
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 all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
Calatagan |
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
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 the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Biri Island, Samar |
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
Biri Island, Samar |
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Calatagan |
The sea for most is a sanctuary
from a fast-paced life....longing for that serene moment, just the blues and
greens and relaxing sound of the frolicking waves. It offers relief to a
stressed-out soul, the weary eyes and tired feet...yet for me it’s more than the
calm shores and the breezy air. The sea beckons my inner wild spirit, the
curious mind and adventurous heart.
Siquijor |
When the tide ceases, the bare
sand and rocks may seem washed out and uninviting. Looking closely, it’s actually a banquet, a
snapshot or a teaser for what’s out there in the ocean floor. Looking closely you’ll see, that the rocks
and wet sand are teeming with life. Like a window that educates a curious mind.
Apo Island, Negros |
When the tide is high, Mother
Nature may let you swim in peace. But
beware when the tempest comes. For that time, the sea commands respect. Yes,
commands it for the sea can be ruthless sometimes, treacherous even…..mesmerizing
one moment and then pulling you under the next.
Apo Island, Negros Oriental |
For the sea should be valued for
its beauty, and respected for its might…
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