Where I Belong

Float me out on the evening tide,
And I will sail the ocean blue,
Give me a boat and I will glide,
Across seas, to adventures new.

Give me a craft, strong and nimble,
That will chase the waves so free,
One that will be like a symbol,
Of the adventurer, that is me.

Let me face the thundering storms,
That range o'er this ocean vast,
And as each menacing cyclone forms,
I'll oppose every powerful blast.

I shall ride the winds that wildly blow,
That will take me journeying on,
And whether they travel fast or slow,
These seas are where I belong.

poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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