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Published on Apr 14, 2010
This is my entry to the Mya Moe Ukulele Underground contest. I love Michigan...You can not go more than a quarter of a mile without running into water. The Inland Seas (Great Lakes) fill a special place in my soul...no matter where I go Michigan will always be a part of me....
Sea Fever John Masefield (1878-1967) 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.