The Sea Hold
The sea is large.
The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and a last morning star over the oyster beds and the late clam boats of lonely men.
Five white houses on a half-mile strip of land … five white dice rolled from a tube.
Not so long ago … the sea was large…
And to-day the sea has lost nothing … it keeps all.
I am a loon about the sea.
I make so many sea songs, I cry so many sea cries, I forget so many sea songs and sea cries.
I am a loon about the sea.
So are five men I had a fish fry with once in a tar-paper shack trembling in a sand storm.
The sea knows more about them than they know themselves.
They know only how the sea hugs and will not let go.
The sea is large.
The sea must know more than any of us.
Carl Sandburg
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6 comments:
Mr. Sandburg is in very good company;) Wonderful shots as usual....and am loving the new header!
You really have some wonderful shots. I'm gonna follow you around next year!
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I'd like to sit at the end of that dock, Erin - just to look into the water.
I wish the water here looked so lovely right now. ;-)
The first two photos I love the most. After these beautiful photos I don’t dare to look through the window into a rainy and grey December day.
Next year we'll hang out together and get some more cool shots!
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