Poetic Journey for Wednesday

Due to schedules and economics I have not done much roaming from home base of late. Sometimes we just wander in our minds. Mine has been roving about quite a bit so when I found this poem it called to me. I love the line " A wind's in the heart of me."

A Wanderer's Song

A WIND'S in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels,
I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
I hunger for the sea's edge, the limit of the land,
Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand.

Oh I'll be going, leaving the noises of the street,
To where a lifting foresail-foot is yanking at the sheet;
To a windy, tossing anchorage where yawls and ketches ride,
Oh I'l be going, going, until I meet the tide.

And first I'll hear the sea-wind, the mewing of the gulls,
The clucking, sucking of the sea about the rusty hulls,
The songs at the capstan at the hooker warping out,
And then the heart of me'll know I'm there or thereabout.

Oh I am sick of brick and stone, the heart of me is sick,
For windy green, unquiet sea, the realm of Moby Dick;
And I'll be going, going, from the roaring of the wheels,
For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels.

John Masefield

There is noting concrete about Wednesday. Sometimes the poetic journey through blogland begins on Tuesday. I have added contributors through Friday. Nothing Holy about Friday but after that it seems to belong to the next week. Just leave a comment here or post your url on Profiles or Facebook for me. Sorry I do not Multiply but I will link in for a poem posted there.

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