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Did you put them in? What's with all the advertising links? All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). Aye, they will hear the Sea's vexed cry Haunting their houses till they die. The ex sea man he still hears the call of the sea And though living far inland he fancy he see The gulls in the sky o'er the cliffs by the bay And the tide in full swell rolling in far away.

I get upas the relentless wavesswash around my feetinsistent upon reining me inwith the pull of a rip All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). If we have inadvertently included a copyrighted poem that the copyright holder does not wish to be displayed, we will take the poem down within 48 hours upon notification by the owner or the owner's legal representative (please use the contact form at http://www.poetrynook.com/contact or email "admin [at] poetrynook [dot] com"). '‘His life was spent on the water andHe calls it God's domain, He said that having to leave it broughtHis life's most constant pain, He pointed the constellations outNamed every little star, He gave me a feeling of awe aboutThe ocean, where we are. is it doesn't let you take long to die.

9 January 2015(‘Sea Fever' by John Masefield). He wandered along the decks by night, Stood at the rails by day, Kept to himself from what I sawAnd didn't have much to say, He wore a yellow sou'wester whenThe weather came in cold, And a battered and worn old Navy capWith the legend ‘Merchant Gold'.He must have been once a seamanIn a time quite long ago, He still had his steady seaman's legsOn the ‘Michaelangelo', A crusty and time-worn cruise shipThat had seen much better days, Pottering round the islands throughThe softly lapping waves.I doubt that it could withstand a stormIt was just a summer cruise, For a raggedy band of tourists whoHad nothing much to lose, The fares were cheap and the cabins bareSo I utilised the bar, While the wife would wander off and say, ‘I'll know just where you are! This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

Nice poem. 'I got in some serious drinkingThere was nothing else to do, While Helen came back with every nameOf the stewards, and the crew, For Helen's a social butterflyAnd she loves to gad about, I've never been much of a talkerSo I tend to shut her out.One night I happened to wander outShe was over by the rail, Listening to the sailor whoWas reading her some tale, I turned back into the dining roomUntil my wife was free, Then asked her: ‘What was he reading? '

say I, '‘A poem called ‘Sea Fever' that hadBrought a tear to his eye, It was all about a tall shipAnd a star to steer her by, If only you could have heard him, BenHe had such a tale to tell, I could have listened to him for hours, His soul is like a well.

At the beachamidst a milling crowdI am lost in my thoughtstrying to gather themgrain by grainon the sea shoredrenched to the skinin the glow of a setting sun.

Struggling against the rising tidestirred by a howling wind,I try garnering furtivelythese dissipating sunbeams. The Call Of The Sea poem by David Lewis Paget. The Call Of The Sea Poem by David Lewis Paget - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 8, 2015. of the sea, 'I think of him, and Neptune withA trident, on his throne, The sailor reading poetryBut this time, quite alone, While coral reefs and gentle seasPay tribute to his life, But I couldn't share it now with him…He shared it with my wife! Once again I hear the call Even tho the day is bleak and cold. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. Chains, anchors on his arm, and ships— And listen to his bearded lips. The waves rushing on to the sandy brown shoreAnd the high rolling surf against the rocks roarAnd sooty oystercatchers take to the skyAnd over the choppy sea pipe as they fly.The ex sea man he still hears the call of the seaAnd though living far inland he fancy he seeThe gulls in the sky o'er the cliffs by the bayAnd the tide in full swell rolling in far away.His years as a fisherman he still recallFor him still his happiest memories of allIn the dark before dawn Joe the skipper and heWere heading from shore out towards the open sea.They cast out their nets and when the catch was hauled inGray haired Joe the skipper would say with a grinIf the catch was a big one 'we did well today'The bigger their catch then the bigger his pay.And though the saltwater to him nowhere nearThe roar of the surf waves he fancy he hearAnd his days as a fisherman he still recallRemain for him as his best memories of all.