Monday, October 08, 2012
I was in a classroom, sitting in a front desk. Except for the desk behind me (a boy I didn’t know) and the one beside me – where the teacher had been sitting, the room was pretty empty. Most students were at an assembly – we were getting our new assignments. The boy ahead of me read his work aloud and it was not nice about President Obama. After a paragraph or two, the teacher stopped him with a brief thank you and handed me my assignment – to read a poem I liked. It wasn’t in my book nor in hers so I decided to recite it. Forgot it’s title (Sea Fever) so announced it as a poem by John Masefield (?)
“I must down to the seas again – to the lonely sea and the sky – and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by. And the wheels’ kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking with a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking. I must down to the sea again for the call of the running tide, is a wild call, a clear call that cannot be denied. (forgot the middle of the poem so ended it with “and all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover and quiet sleep and ???? when the long trip is over. “
I stopped and really expected someone to say something, but dead silence, no applause, no corrections, nothing. Then I heard it – a very loud purring by my right ear and then a warm weight on my shoulder. I had waked both my cat and myself – talking in my sleep. No applause, just that lovely purr. It was enough and then, my determination to review and learn the darned poem – from beginning to end!