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.
I came across this poem while reading Highest Duty: My Search For What Really Matters by Capt Chelsey "Sully" Sullenberger. He was the Captain of Flight 1549, which originated from La Guardia Airport but ended in the Hudson River. This book has become a classic on my shelves and I hope to review it soon enough.
I've always wondered if any of you, my fellow pilots to be, have felt an innate calling to the sea before as well. It's a feeling I find hard to explain, the connection between the sea and sky. Drop me a comment to let me know.
