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A rock of blue hues

with little lakes emerald green

this planet of dreams

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 do 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 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.

A joy once found
worth more than any amount of pounds
through fields of poppies
a puppy roamed in search of something
guessing his way from dawn till dusk
following a nose for fawns and ducks
pigs and geese quickly rush
copse of shelter trees, battle the breeze.

Twist and Turn
Learn and Burn
Escape the trouble
with a bath full of bubbles

Trim your hair
Be Aware, but dont Care
There might be
A girl out there.

A poem by Mike

To be, or to exist.
To bare, or to deal.
With what measure is a man
How firm is thy foundation?