Winter Woes – No Wandering

While working at our respective workdesks this morning, pent-up in the house by 40MPH winds, my husband and I came across this poem.  It immediately hit a chord in each of us.  We wish to break free of this winter-enforced cocoon of inactivity, get back out on the water and go wandering. 

The ships are lying in the bay,

The gulls are swinging round their spars;

My soul as eagerly as they,

Desires the margin of the stars.

So much do I love wandering,

So much I love the sea and sky,

That it will be a piteous thing

In one small grave to lie.

Zoe Akins


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