Where I Belong Poem by Ernestine Northover
Where I Belong
Float me out on the evening tide,
And I will sail the ocean blue,
Give me a boat and I will glide,
Across seas, to adventures new.
Give me a craft, strong and nimble,
That will chase the waves so free,
One that will be like a symbol,
Of the adventurer, that is me.
Let me face the thundering storms,
That range o'er this ocean vast,
And as each menacing cyclone forms,
I'll oppose every powerful blast.
I shall ride the winds that wildly blow,
That will take me journeying on,
And whether they travel fast or slow,
These seas are where I belong.
© Ernestine Northover
This made me think of those beautiful sail boats in The Americas Cup races...how wild and free they appear, running ahead of the wind the way they do! An awsome sight. Thank you for sharing your glimpse of freedom with us. Scarlett
Ride the storm and feel the breeze, poems are great if ones like these, when the island rests your stream, fall into a beautiful dream Love Duncan X
A grand piece Ernestine. Spot on writing conjuring up an excellent images. Grand indeed!
Great poem, Ernestine. It echoes my love of the sea. I'm currently reading 'Race Against Time' by Ellen MacArthur and this poem and Ellen's book go hand in hand. A wonderful write. Love, Fran xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I like the romanticism but the reality? ? 'The man who says he prefers to sail in bad weather has never been out in any' (Peter Heaton)