To live one's life without the space,To find what life's about,Is like trying to win an ocean race Without knowing how to sail a boat.

But, if the race is long and full of excitement known to be seen,Then one could learn about one's boat And find the knowledge through his dreams.

So, to win the race and know one's self And to live a life that's full,Sail a boat around the world And live the stories few can tell.

This is the dream of many And still yet, of many a man.What is missing is the heart of a sailor,And an adventurer who knows he can...

Rise to the challenge of what's unknown,To search for what he wants-to live a life that he calls his own And learn to take the chance.

-abanico

15 Feb 1998

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A poem by Jaci

There once was a man named Per
Who went to Portland for Beer,
he met Timm the Scot
who drank the whole lot.
and paid till he fell on his ear.

He continued on northward,
Joining Ballard friends forthwith.
And met listee Jac;
ate well, tha's a fac';
last seen: still partying for'ard.
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Sea Fever
John Masefield
Ledbury, Herefordshire, England
1878 - 1967
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 far 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 whetter knife;
and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, and quiet sleep and a sweet dream
when the long tricks over.