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To: sandintoes who wrote (106552)	8/30/2005 11:20:53 PM
From: Neeka	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 225578

I'll be happy to share... In Memory of (my dad's name) Optimist, Native Son, Seafaring Man, Shipmaster, Brother, Husband & Father. "I must go down to the Sea again, to the Lonely Sea and Sky and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by." These lines indeed portray the way he lived. Fair thee well and if forever then forever fair thee well. (Date of birth) (Anchor insignia) (Date of Death) Of course the words are fit in order on the plaque which is bronze. M

To: sandintoes who wrote (106552)	8/30/2005 11:27:07 PM
From: Neeka	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

PS The poem is called "Sea-Fever" and the poet is John Masefield. M "Sea-Fever" I must 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. By John Masefield (1878-1967). (English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)