Being thankful for what I have, and yet, a herd of deer just ran though my yard.
Feasting on the springtime view,
From my mountain home.
Idyllic, peaceful, natural.
People vacation here.
Reposing today watching the sunset,
An old familiar Siren sings her call.
That In past lives I may have yielded to,
The most alluring of song.
Once and yore I did but think that,
She was very long gone.
Still and yet, after all this time,
Her beconing lingers on.
She begs me come,
To be with her once more,
The way it used to be.
What is this restlessness in my soul?
Why am I so cursed with wanderlust?
I hear the answer within and around me.
The Siren's call,
Of the sea.
©2012 Walt Hardester
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|ah...the call of the sea!|
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|Hi Walt! Yes, indeed. This makes me yearn the ocean even more. It's been a long time since I've been on the Pacific, and dang it.. you went and had to write this, eh? lol
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|I can so relate to this, Walt. Yet I have my cake and eat it: herds of deer from the heathland on my doorstep, feasting themselves on my garden nightly (... well, at least I then have the excuse not to tend my plot!) AND the open sea only a half a mile down the road... But my goodness, to go inland for more than half a day does my head in! I positively PINE! And actually, truth be told, I'm not exactly a pirate neither... :)) She's in your blood like salt, Walt. xx|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|to be out on the open sea where heaving blue swells meet a cloudless azure sky... where mountains meet the sea, that is where I long to be...
a find write, walt.
|Reviewed by David Young
|Upon the oceans of tide's Uni-Verse that is within our souls, there will always be a wanderlust that rides the mist of cerebral see shore currents, where we set sail from the mountain of presence drifting back into the past. Wonderful reflections in your verse here|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Both my brothers were seamen,so I know whereof you speak. I too love the sea!Wonderful poem!
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|I grew up beside the ocean in Newfoundland....and it was pure magic...it still is! I soooooo get this!
|Reviewed by Vesper Darby
|wow walt...this hits right smack dab in the middle of my/our life...it IS possible to have the best of both worlds. 3-4 weeks under sail...3-4 weeks home (for him)...i go when called by HIM...not the sea. it works right now for us...he answers his call and i keep the other side of 'best' welcoming with a 3-4 week time for myself here with our horses. the coast is only 5 hrs drive...hope you're close or closer to make it happen
a wonderful write! the 'herdofdeer' is a reminder that what we're living is not a rehersal...only a one-shotter
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|It appears that you have experienced the best of both worlds. But you're not giving up on the sea just yet.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Great write, Walt; well done! Love the photo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. ;D
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|I too hear it every day, though I seem to live closer than do you...trust me, Walt, the sea is still there, she is endless & will be there for you the next time you go to sea her...;-) e|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Walt, salty dogs never stray far from the beckoning call of the sea -- hoist the sails and set your wanderlust free -- the mountains will be there to greet you when you return -- I wish you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael|