Some of you may know that I have a special place for the poems of John Masefield, particularly Sea Fever. I have more to post not only about my personal life right now, but there are many ships out there who need some attention. Since it may take me a while to get around to posting about those ships, I thought that I would share the last few lines of another Masefield poem, Ships, which are somewhat pertinent:
They are grander things than all the art of towns;
Their tests are tempests and the sea that drowns.
They are my country's line, her great art done
By strong brains laboring on the thought unwon.
They mark our passage as a race of men--
Earth will not see such ships as those again.
To check out the poem in full, click below
I told everyone that I would post pictures of my birthday present way back in March - well, I just finally got around to it.
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