for the call of the running tide
is a wild call and a clear call
that my not be denied:
all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying,
and the flung spray
and the blown spume,
and
the seagulls crying.
MIR from the
outside,
our marvellous boatride with Andrey, Summer '99
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I
must
go down to the seas again
for the call of the running tide is a wild call and a clear call that my not be denied: all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, and the flung spray and the blown spume, and
the seagulls crying. |
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Summer 2003, another boat ride, this time in the North Sea...
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photos on this site Baerbel Beuse and Nicole Graf 1999/2003