Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Home Is The Sailor

Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.
'Tis evening on the moorland free,

The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.

A.E. Housman

WELCOME HOME ANDY !!

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