"Where is your home, and your paradise? And are you there? Melissa" I've lived in a city all my life A wonderful place to be I drive my car to the daily grind And drive it home to tea The stinking air, the noisy crowd The stress of the next deadline The worries, the curses, the overload Among all this I'm fine But put me in my little boat And launch it on the sea A sickly fear rises in my throat Mal de mer grips me I paddle hard I paddle fast To get the thing over and done I flog myself in a lather of sweat You call this bullshit fun? The wind comes up, the furies blow The whitecaps streak the bay Neptune is out to grind me low I'm certain I've lost my way But I finally make it back sorry and sore Salty and tired and depressed And load the bloody qajak up Desperate to get home and rest Back to the peace of my spot in the race Back to humankind, Paradise is not a place But a tranquil state of mind... I must go down to the sea again To the lonely sea and the sky And all I ask is some Stemetil And a Quell to see me by Regards, Peter Treby 37°42'S 145°08'E *************************************************************************** PaddleWise Paddling Mailing List - All postings copyright the author and not to be reproduced/forwarded outside PaddleWise without author's permission Submissions: PaddleWise_at_PaddleWise.net Subscriptions: PaddleWise-request_at_PaddleWise.net Website: http://www.paddlewise.net/ ***************************************************************************Received on Fri Sep 22 2000 - 14:16:31 PDT
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