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Takes After His Father

Oooh – this face!
Only a mother
Could love it.

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The Envy Of Royalty

None ever
Dressed as lavishly –
Even kings.

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How Masefield Caught Sea Fever

Heading home,
A day on the sea.
Life’s golden.

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Sea Fever by John Masefield – https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/05/19/sea-fever-by-john-masefield/

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Father – photo by Sia van Schalkwyk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/okYdYuO/Warthog

Royalty – photo by Agnes Scholiers at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nKCoOiO/Peacock+butterfly

Masefield – photo by Sias van Schalkwyk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/okXXrsS/Sunset+Harbour+5

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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I must go down to the seas again, 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 gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go 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 go 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.

                 

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