Poetry gives substance to our experiences, as if to help us understand the import of a specific time and place. Words assimilate with emotional responses to produce memories that can be recalled with a vibrant clarity. Listening to poetry we relive the moment again.
Several years ago, my son and I walked along the sandy beach of Wells-next-the-Sea. One of the first poems that he recited as a young child was Sea Fever by John Masefield. Sea Fever is on my favourite list. I especially identify with: “And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover.” In the end, it is our connections with friends and family that make life extraordinary.
Many thanks to my dear friends, The Fab Four of Cley who walked with us along the Wells-next-the-Sea Beach. This was a very special day of friendship and storytelling.
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.