Mister old Fart to you
Sunday, 4 March 2012
Poem by Brian Waller Procter
I never was on the dull tame shore
But I lov’d the great sea more and more
And backward flew to her billowy breast
Like a bird that seeketh its mothers nest
And a mother she was and is to me
For I was born on the open sea
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