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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: SmoothSail who wrote (183921)	9/28/2009 3:40:42 PM
From: Neeka	3 Recommendations Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 225578

My detestable Uncle took 1/2 of my Dad's ashes to a "secret" spot only "they shared." The other 1/2 are in Prince William Sound. I was furious that I didn't have a place to go to and reflect, then one day I was walking on the pier at Westport Washington with friends. There are very large flower planters on the pier......about 20 or so of them........and I'd passed several of them without looking when something made me stop. I glanced to the right and there was my Dad's name on a great bronze plague with the poem by Masefield........ I cried! Sea Fever 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 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. -- John Masefield I go there often to connect with my Dad.