Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

The Sea, The Sea


The sea, the sea beckons me
with its sirens call.
The lure of its wandering waves,
get a boat and sail with me.

The sea, the sea beckons me
to sail away from home,
to leave all that I love
and with her find a new home.

The sea, the sea with its restless ways
keeps calling out my name.
Saying that sailing with her
will give me fortune and fame.

I am not a sailor
and have no wish to roam.
Sea, oh sea call someone else
and let them answer your call.

28 July 2009

Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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  • Oliver Griffiths Jones (10/12/2009 10:06:00 AM)

    a beautiful poem by a fine author. I may be a sailor, but the sea does not call to me, perhaps i shall rest from the sea, and hope it calls. (Report) Reply

  • Tsira Goge (7/28/2009 1:58:00 PM)

    I am not a sailor
    and have no wish to roam.
    Sea, oh sea call someone else
    and let them answer your call.
    .................................................

    The excellent....10... (Report) Reply

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