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
Brighton beach.
It was always a special treat
Off to the seaside
A long ride, tempered by the fact
That a great treat was in store.
Entering the town of Brighton
So busy! the hundreds of tourists
Buying all novelty items made of candy
Visiting the chamber of horrors and other sensations.
Looking down the streets you could see the sea
Sparkling and glinting
The smell of ozone, strong and exciting
Combining with the greasy fish and chip bars
That made the seaside what it was.
The beach of pebbles - no sand here
Always crowded with screaming children
Others wedged into rental deck chairs
Elderly men with a knotted handkerchiefs
Covering their bald spots.
The exciting cold water, a joy to splash in
Fun to be in as well as out
The long afternoons
Stayed until the sun went in
And time to leave
Salty and very tired, too tired for supper
But with a happiness always remembered.
Off to the seaside
A long ride, tempered by the fact
That a great treat was in store.
Entering the town of Brighton
So busy! the hundreds of tourists
Buying all novelty items made of candy
Visiting the chamber of horrors and other sensations.
Looking down the streets you could see the sea
Sparkling and glinting
The smell of ozone, strong and exciting
Combining with the greasy fish and chip bars
That made the seaside what it was.
The beach of pebbles - no sand here
Always crowded with screaming children
Others wedged into rental deck chairs
Elderly men with a knotted handkerchiefs
Covering their bald spots.
The exciting cold water, a joy to splash in
Fun to be in as well as out
The long afternoons
Stayed until the sun went in
And time to leave
Salty and very tired, too tired for supper
But with a happiness always remembered.
These poems have a positive feel to them, especially "Brighton Beach" it feels very nostalgic and it is as if someone is reminiscing about a time in their childhood they used to love, a happy time they would share with family and friends at Brighton Beach.
The ending line is a lovely end to this poem, and it almost feels as if this poem is a metaphor for someone the writer is in love with, or was in love with once.
"SEA FEVER" has a different feel it to,it is positive but at the same time I feel it is haunting and quite spooky. Its as if the poet is drawn to the sea, and he emphases MUST in every line, like he is addicted to the sea and the life it brings him.
Some people have a lifetime living by the sea because it is seen as a different way of life and it is different from living somewhere like London or New york, were there is no sea side and everything is quite enclosed. I feel living by the sea is a feeling of freedom and purity, as you can always go to the beach and sit by the sea and it does not make you feel trapped or stuck, whereas living somewhere without a beach or a sea could be quite suffocating.
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