“ FREE ”

 In light of it being the Month of July and the glorious month of our nation's birthday, here's a poem called 'free' for all of you to enjoy...

        Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd,
        Pining for wild sea places where the soul may think aloud.
        Fled is the glamour of cities, dead as the ghost of a dream,
        While I pine anew for the tint of blue on the breast of the
        old Gulf Stream.

       I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame;
       I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price
       of  shame;
       But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my
       spirit craves,
       Where the rainbows play in the flying spray,
       ‘Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.

       Then it’s ho! for the plunging deck of a bark,
       the hoarse song of the crew,
       With never a thought of those we left or what we are going
       to do;
       Nor heed the old ship’s burning, but break the shackles
       of care
       And at last be free, on the open sea, with the trade wind in
       our hair.

 

 

–    Eugene O’Neill