I was bound for Valparaiso ...

When the Whalers sang, I tasted salt upon my tongue -

I heard the tumult of the Southern Ocean - my feet were bare upon a heaving deck - 

I hauled upon a frozen rope - spray stung my eyes - 

My shipmates walked out upon the perilous yards - the white sails were furled - 

I wore a scarf of seaweed around my neck - 

My books were washed clean of words - 

I was bound for Valparaiso - 

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Friday 12 February 2016

Wareham 

Purbeck 

Dorset