My Mum used to say “I must go down to the sea again, the lonely sea in the sky. I’ve left my knickers and socks there, and I wonder if they’re dry”.
This used to make us laugh as children, and now I say this to my kids.
The real poem is this and is written by John Masefield:
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,
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.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Beautiful words. Just like the sea.
Photo was taken at West Wittering beach. It was cloudy and overcast and the sea was cold. I used my iPhone because although I took my camera with me I forgot to charge the battery. Oops.