Sea Fever

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.