The sea calls for all man

Though it, many try to deny

From the calling of the wind

To the seas salty cry.

From the rushing of the waves

That’s pounding against the rocks,

To a boys childhood dream

Or to that sailor, somewhere lost.

The seagulls they are crying

At the tall ships as they sail

The albatross she is flying,

While awakening is the gale.

The sea calls for all man

Though many refuse to hear

But alas, I think i’ll answer her

For I know that she is near.

I long for the seaman’s life

To roam the world upon the ship

To sail by the sun and the stars,

Living, with the birds and fish.

Sleeping beneath the open sky

To live a life, that I know is free

So once again I think I will cry

For the sea, she calls for me.

RANDY L. MCCLAVE