I absolutely love being near the ocean. I live in Canada and have travelled coast to coast. I’ve visited both the Pacific and Atlantic and I miss them dearly. This poem is partly about that partly about being uprooted from everything you know to follow a job far from your home.

Enjoy.

Far From Home

Down to the sea when I’m empty,

And feel it fill my soul.

Go to the sea when I’m broken,

Let salt air make me whole.

Hear the lullaby of the waves,

As they crash on the shore.

I long to go down to the sea,

To hear it’s song once more.

But I’m so far from the sea now,

Been so, so many years.

Could’ve made a brand new sea now,

Just from my homesick tears.

One day I’ll go down to the sea,

Back to where I belong.

Where the wind and waves still sing,

I’ll sleep wrapped in her song.

One day I’ll go down to the sea,

The gulls will scream their joy.

The whales will leap from the water,

To welcome their lost boy.

Ah to go back down to the sea,

Is the only dream I know.

But my job is in this city,

Still years ‘ere I can go.

One day I’ll go back to the ocean,

Go back down to the sea.

I’ll go back to the sea I love,

To where I’m meant to be.

The sea will roar on the shingle,

The fish will jump for joy.

The wind will whip o’er the wavetops,

To welcome their lost boy.

They’ll lay me near that sea I love,

The surf my lullaby.

And we will spend eternity,

The sea I love and I.

Cheers, Winston.