Spirits

When their days at sea are done
they challenge the waves no more.
When the horizon no longer beckons
the deep finally loses its lure.

What is to be of the free sailor?
Does his spirit ever surrender
the call of the bounding main?
Forsake long life as a wanderer?

The sailin' man it seems
never to be secured.
If one should closely watch
the seafarer's spirit will be found.

In tern albatross and gull
soaring o'er wave and swell.
Smiling dolphin wandering whale
there all sailor's spirits dwell.

by Kurt Hearth

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