HS Tosca

One of my all time favorites here. I read it in Ms Storer's English class in eighth grade for the very first time, and it just stuck with me. Growing up around all this 'blueness' and the longing for that gypsy's life upon the sea resonated with me. The life of a ship's captain or the long-distance trucker were lives I could have led and greatly enjoyed. Just the cowboy in me , I guess.
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.
--By John Masefield