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 a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

~Sea-Fever by John Masefield~

We have just returned from a glorious and restful week at Edisto Island, South Carolina. We had such a lovely time with bright, warm beach walks, good company and wonderful meals. And I did manage some quick sketches while there as well as gather tons more reference material for future art works. These are a few of the watercolor sketches done at Edisto in my hand.book journal.