Crying to please my mother.

[elleng]

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. >>>

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/08/opinion/sunday/crying-to-please-my-mother.html?

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1. That was a wonderful read.

And a beautiful poem. Thank you.

[elleng]

2. Thanks.

I remember reading the poem with my mother, so it caught my attention doubly.