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The Sailor

I long to feel the lifting deck Soar o'er the waves as on we trek wind in the face and to exult elation, joy, the end result. No feeling like this anywhere the unwary novice it will ensnare and once the spell has been absorbed life changing feelings will not be curbed. At times when seas are out of hand, and gales of wind scream off the land, when racing 'fore at furious pace, Exhilaration finds its place. Spirits soar and feelings glide, as force and balance coincide, and thoughts that this must surely be, attainment of life's epitome. A landsman knows not the emotion, that lilting, soaring, locomotion, brings to enlightened men like me, who experience the pull of the sea.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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