I Must Go Down to the Sea Again...

 Tuesday, April 1 -


 I have so many wonderful memories of visits to Howarth Park with Matt and Rachel when they were growing up, and wanted to share this out-of-the-way treasure with Larry and Duchess. We parked in the very lowest parking lot and walked along the boardwalk to the steps...

 

We passed some lovely skunk cabbage along the way.

Sea Fever

By John Masefield

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.

I know we'll be visiting here many more times.