The sea
I must go down to sea's again to the lonely sea,
And all I ask a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheels kick and the winds song and white sails....
And a grey on the sea's face, and a grey down breaking.
I must go down to sea's again, for the call of running tide.
Is wild call that may not be ...
And I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying.
Thanks all for visiting my poem.