Love the ocean, love cats, love all sorts of things. But I love poetry. Especially classic poetry. I just recently have been reading some works by Harold Vinal (1891-1965), who was a pianist and teacher at Vinalhaven, Maine, which is home to about 1235 people. His poem, "Islanders" refers to his own island, but couldn't resist sharing it, anyways....
"Those who are born on islands know the sound...
"Of spindrift breaking and the drift of foam.....
The sight of white-keeled luggers sailing home.....
The cry of gulls at daybreak ocean bound....
Always a wind is singing in their ears....
Or reef-blown water tossing in a bay......
Or drift of ebb tide around salty piers.Those who are born on islands must remain...
Aware of ships and anchors and tall spars......
Of buoys sounding in the dripping rain........
Their thoughts are not of city streets or walls......
But how the full tide lifts and how it falls."
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