Tig Slea Head

Reiselyrik (1) // Poesía de viaje (1)

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume and the sea-gulls cryring

John Masefield

Gefunden in: A Guide to Ballyheigue by Bryan Mac Mahon

Bryan: If you will ever read this: Thank you for the great “Wild Atlantic Way”-Walk and your nice stories.

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