WHITE SAILS DIPPING

This card arrived from Moira. I think perhaps this is her own artwork. Or perhaps it is Gwen's? I see the poem is by John Masefield; these lines come at the beginning of the 6 stanzas.

Roadways

One road leads to London,
One road leads to Wales,
My road leads me seawards
To the white dipping sails.

One road leads to the river,
And it goes singing slow;
My road leads to shipping,
Where the bronzed sailors go.

Leads me, lures me, calls me
To salt green tossing sea;
A road without earth's road-dust
Is the right road for me.


A wet road heaving, shining,
And wild with seagull's cries,
A mad salt sea-wind blowing
The salt spray in my eyes.

My road calls me, lures me
West, east, south, and north;
Most roads lead men homewards,
My road leads me forth.

To add more miles to the tally
Of grey miles left behind,
In quest of that one beauty
God put me here to find.

By John Masefield

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Sea photo by John Douglas
St Kilda in the Fog by Sandy Donald