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 Read more…
A joy once foundworth more than any amount of poundsthrough fields of poppiesa puppy roamed in search of somethingguessing his way from dawn till duskfollowing a nose for fawns and duckspigs and geese quickly rushcopse Read more…
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