poem for daily poem day 6 - honorable mention |
| I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Where the bent grass beats upon the unplowed poorland I’ll never fare to sea again a-temptin’ Davy Jones, And the pale survivors left us by the medium of the plank. My dog and I are old, too old for roving. With the little beauty of a human face Prompt ▶︎ |