I must 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…
~ John Masefield
Beautiful!
Cute pictures! Wish we could have been there. Looks like fun. They are both getting so big. 🙂
That is one of my all time favorite poems! How far contemporary poetry has fallen, from the beauty of rhyme and meter which stay in one’s soul forever!
When did Will and Emmy get so big? The outing sure looks like fun and for
Emily it makes for a very curious adventure. Love the pictures…Kris