30 July 2009
Virginia Day Trippin'
A weekend off for me is a big thing. No, actually, it is THE big thing. Having a sater daeg free from the constraints of patient care is an excuse to pack up the woody and head, well, somewhere else. So here, recorded for all of mankind (or the hapless googler searching "woody" or "Anglo-Saxon days of the week") is my adventure... Ok, I know it isn't "technically" the sea, but,....whatever. Enjoy your pseudo-trip to Urbanna, Virginia.
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.
John Masefield (1878-1967)