The Seagull Republic

Lot A, Boulder Point, Desolation Sound, BC, Canada

"Sea-Fever"

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 crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;

  And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

By John Masefield (1878-1967)

English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967)

Future home page of The Seagull Republic,

a sustainably-built, off-the-grid getaway

due for completion in 2012 (or so).

  a seagull is an unlimited

  idea of freedom...

"And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying... "

Click the play button to hear it now

  "... a seagull is an unlimited idea of freedom..."

comes from Richard Bach's Jonathan Livingstone Seagull