Saturday, August 24, 2013
Scott’s Sea Fever
(with apologies to John Masefield)
I must go down to TRAVELER again with the WAC burgee on high,
With my SSB and GPS and a star to steer her by,
And the motor’s kick and Connie’s song and my white knuckles shaking,
And a gray mist on my gray face but a bright dawn breaking.
I must go down to the tropics again to the hippie sailor’s life
To the margaritas and taco stands where I’ll live with little strife;
And all I ask are some merry tunes from my laughing “Connie Bun”
And a blissful sleep and a sweet dream that the journey’s just begun.
John Masefield's poem Sea Fever was modified by our friend Lisa Dekker. See the original here.