The call of the running tide

All these sea creatures creeping into my sketchbook in the early hours of the morning. I have taken to drawing in bed before I even have my first cup of tea of the day. Clearly got the ocean on my mind…I recommend the early-morning drawing though, when your mind is all fresh and new. Sets you up perfectly for what lies ahead.

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“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.”

Sea Fever

By John Masefield

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4 thoughts on “The call of the running tide

  1. Youanna N. says:

    Love it! The details! The writing! I have a similar longing! Do we really miss the sea? Or the mountain? Or the vast plains? Or maybe we miss being left alone, to be able to tune inwards, and be one with the Earth, both at the same time?

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