I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.
There’s a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.
I must forth again to-morrow!
With the sunset I must be
Hull down on the trail of rapture
In the wonder of the sea.
Had to post a sports themed poem in light of Andy Murray’s victory at Wimbledon…
Please don’t curse the boy out there,
He is my son, you see.
He’s only just a boy, you know.
He means a lot to me.
I did not raise my son, dear fan,
For you to call him names,
He may not be a superstar,
It’s just a sport, a game.
So please don’t curse the boy out there.
They never tried to lose a game
They’re boys and you’re a man.
The game belongs to them, you see
You are just a guest.
They do not need a fan like you:
They need the very best
If you have nothing nice to say,
Please leave the boys alone.
And if you have no manners
Why don’t you stay at home?
So please don’t curse the boys out there,
Each one his parent’s son,
Win or lose or tie, you see.
To us, they’re “number one.”
It’s baseball season…
Lord, give me the strength to hit the ball,
And if I do, don’t let me fall.
Help me to pick the one that’s right,
Then let me knock it out of sight.
Then let me run with deer-like grace,
Don’t let me miss, but tag first base.
Then on to second, stay with me, Lord
Cause this one out, we can’t afford.
Then let me zoom like a flying bird,
Right down the line and on to third.
Then let me slide with feet outhrust,
Across home plate in the swishing dust.
But first of all, Dear Lord, I pray,
Just tell the coach to let me play!
………………………….. St. Olaf Church bulletin