Here, it was blowing a gale and throwing it down in the middle of a Saturday afternoon in Paignton. Still, I had to get a picture of the water's edge. There's something about water, it's so photogenic.
You got me thinking of that great John Masefield poem Pat: "Sea Fever".
I must go down to the sea 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..
Thanks for this Dave, great poem. I always think of Philip Larkin's 'Here' from 'The Whitsun Weddings', where a train journey sets off from a city (probably Hull); goes through the countryside; and ends at the coast where "unfenced existence ... loneliness clarifies".
You got me thinking of that great John Masefield poem Pat: "Sea Fever".
ReplyDeleteI must go down to the sea 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..
Great pictures and great writing Pat.
Thanks for this Dave, great poem. I always think of Philip Larkin's 'Here' from 'The Whitsun Weddings', where a train journey sets off from a city (probably Hull); goes through the countryside; and ends at the coast where "unfenced existence ... loneliness clarifies".
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