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Warren, Thanks for that poem. My uncle Walter, from whom I learned to love the water and boats, had a boat named 'ILTUT' way back when I was a kid. He said it stood for 'It's Later Than You Think'. Now I know where it came from. He went on to own many other boats, and often was kind enough to remember to ask me if I wanted to go out.
Warren, Thanks for that poem. My uncle Walter, from whom I learned to love the water and boats, had a boat named 'ILTUT' way back when I was a kid. He said it stood for 'It's Later Than You Think'. Now I know where it came from. He went on to own many other boats, and often was kind enough to remember to ask me if I wanted to go out.
It's later than you think..
Warren, Thanks for that poem. My uncle Walter, from whom I learned to love the water and boats, had a boat named 'ILTUT' way back when I was a kid. He said it stood for 'It's Later Than You Think'. Now I know where it came from. He went on to own many other boats, and often was kind enough to remember to ask me if I wanted to go out.
Warren, Thanks for that poem. My uncle Walter, from whom I learned to love the water and boats, had a boat named 'ILTUT' way back when I was a kid. He said it stood for 'It's Later Than You Think'. Now I know where it came from. He went on to own many other boats, and often was kind enough to remember to ask me if I wanted to go out.
My Ship and I
When I was growing up, one of my favorite memories was my Dad reading to me from Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses". While there are many that stand out strongly, My Shadow, The Lamplighter, and The Land of Storybooks, this one seemed to fit well in the forum here. O it's I that am the captain of a tiny little ship, Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about; But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. For I mean to grow a little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive; And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go, It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow And the vessel goes a dive-dive-dive. O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds, And you'll hear the water singing at the prow; For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore, To land upon the island where no dolly was before, And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
When I was growing up, one of my favorite memories was my Dad reading to me from Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses". While there are many that stand out strongly, My Shadow, The Lamplighter, and The Land of Storybooks, this one seemed to fit well in the forum here. O it's I that am the captain of a tiny little ship, Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about; But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. For I mean to grow a little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive; And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go, It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow And the vessel goes a dive-dive-dive. O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds, And you'll hear the water singing at the prow; For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore, To land upon the island where no dolly was before, And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
My Ship and I
When I was growing up, one of my favorite memories was my Dad reading to me from Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses". While there are many that stand out strongly, My Shadow, The Lamplighter, and The Land of Storybooks, this one seemed to fit well in the forum here. O it's I that am the captain of a tiny little ship, Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about; But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. For I mean to grow a little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive; And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go, It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow And the vessel goes a dive-dive-dive. O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds, And you'll hear the water singing at the prow; For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore, To land upon the island where no dolly was before, And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
When I was growing up, one of my favorite memories was my Dad reading to me from Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses". While there are many that stand out strongly, My Shadow, The Lamplighter, and The Land of Storybooks, this one seemed to fit well in the forum here. O it's I that am the captain of a tiny little ship, Of a ship that goes a sailing on the pond; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about; But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. For I mean to grow a little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive; And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go, It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow And the vessel goes a dive-dive-dive. O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds, And you'll hear the water singing at the prow; For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore, To land upon the island where no dolly was before, And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
The Sailor's Consolation
The Sailor's Consolation ONE night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, And said to Billy Bowling: "A strong nor-wester's blowing, Bill; Hark! don't ye hear it roar, now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! "Foolhardy chaps who live in towns, What danger they are all in, And now lie quaking in their beds, For fear the roof should fall in; Poor creatures! how they envies us, And wishes, I've a notion, For our good luck, in such a storm, To be upon the ocean! "And as for them who're out all day On business from their houses, And late at night are coming home, To cheer their babes and spouses,-- While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying! "And very often have we heard How men are killed and undone By overturns of carriages, By thieves, and fires in London; We know what risks all landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors; Then, Bill, let us thank Providence That you and I are sailors." Charles Dibdin
The Sailor's Consolation ONE night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, And said to Billy Bowling: "A strong nor-wester's blowing, Bill; Hark! don't ye hear it roar, now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! "Foolhardy chaps who live in towns, What danger they are all in, And now lie quaking in their beds, For fear the roof should fall in; Poor creatures! how they envies us, And wishes, I've a notion, For our good luck, in such a storm, To be upon the ocean! "And as for them who're out all day On business from their houses, And late at night are coming home, To cheer their babes and spouses,-- While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying! "And very often have we heard How men are killed and undone By overturns of carriages, By thieves, and fires in London; We know what risks all landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors; Then, Bill, let us thank Providence That you and I are sailors." Charles Dibdin
The Sailor's Consolation
The Sailor's Consolation ONE night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, And said to Billy Bowling: "A strong nor-wester's blowing, Bill; Hark! don't ye hear it roar, now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! "Foolhardy chaps who live in towns, What danger they are all in, And now lie quaking in their beds, For fear the roof should fall in; Poor creatures! how they envies us, And wishes, I've a notion, For our good luck, in such a storm, To be upon the ocean! "And as for them who're out all day On business from their houses, And late at night are coming home, To cheer their babes and spouses,-- While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying! "And very often have we heard How men are killed and undone By overturns of carriages, By thieves, and fires in London; We know what risks all landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors; Then, Bill, let us thank Providence That you and I are sailors." Charles Dibdin
The Sailor's Consolation ONE night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, And said to Billy Bowling: "A strong nor-wester's blowing, Bill; Hark! don't ye hear it roar, now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! "Foolhardy chaps who live in towns, What danger they are all in, And now lie quaking in their beds, For fear the roof should fall in; Poor creatures! how they envies us, And wishes, I've a notion, For our good luck, in such a storm, To be upon the ocean! "And as for them who're out all day On business from their houses, And late at night are coming home, To cheer their babes and spouses,-- While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying! "And very often have we heard How men are killed and undone By overturns of carriages, By thieves, and fires in London; We know what risks all landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors; Then, Bill, let us thank Providence That you and I are sailors." Charles Dibdin
The Unknown Shore
A favorite of mine, that I first read on this site some time ago, is this one -- a little more melancholy than "Here I sit..." "The Unknown Shore" Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my mooring and sail away With no response to the friendly hail Of kindred craft in the busy bay. In the silent hush of the twilight pale When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water’s flow…. Sometime at eve when the tide is low I shall slip my mooring and sail away. Through the purple shadows that darkly trail O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea, I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail And a ripple of waters to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager, sailing away To Mystic Isles where at anchor lay The craft of those who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. A few who have watched me sail away Will miss my craft from the busy bay; Some friendly barks that were anchored near, Some loving souls that my heart held dear, In silent sorrow will drop a tear— But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In moorings sheltered from storm or gale And greeted friends who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. - Elizabeth Clark Hardy
A favorite of mine, that I first read on this site some time ago, is this one -- a little more melancholy than "Here I sit..." "The Unknown Shore" Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my mooring and sail away With no response to the friendly hail Of kindred craft in the busy bay. In the silent hush of the twilight pale When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water’s flow…. Sometime at eve when the tide is low I shall slip my mooring and sail away. Through the purple shadows that darkly trail O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea, I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail And a ripple of waters to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager, sailing away To Mystic Isles where at anchor lay The craft of those who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. A few who have watched me sail away Will miss my craft from the busy bay; Some friendly barks that were anchored near, Some loving souls that my heart held dear, In silent sorrow will drop a tear— But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In moorings sheltered from storm or gale And greeted friends who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. - Elizabeth Clark Hardy
The Unknown Shore
A favorite of mine, that I first read on this site some time ago, is this one -- a little more melancholy than "Here I sit..." "The Unknown Shore" Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my mooring and sail away With no response to the friendly hail Of kindred craft in the busy bay. In the silent hush of the twilight pale When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water’s flow…. Sometime at eve when the tide is low I shall slip my mooring and sail away. Through the purple shadows that darkly trail O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea, I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail And a ripple of waters to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager, sailing away To Mystic Isles where at anchor lay The craft of those who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. A few who have watched me sail away Will miss my craft from the busy bay; Some friendly barks that were anchored near, Some loving souls that my heart held dear, In silent sorrow will drop a tear— But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In moorings sheltered from storm or gale And greeted friends who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. - Elizabeth Clark Hardy
A favorite of mine, that I first read on this site some time ago, is this one -- a little more melancholy than "Here I sit..." "The Unknown Shore" Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my mooring and sail away With no response to the friendly hail Of kindred craft in the busy bay. In the silent hush of the twilight pale When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water’s flow…. Sometime at eve when the tide is low I shall slip my mooring and sail away. Through the purple shadows that darkly trail O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea, I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail And a ripple of waters to tell the tale Of a lonely voyager, sailing away To Mystic Isles where at anchor lay The craft of those who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. A few who have watched me sail away Will miss my craft from the busy bay; Some friendly barks that were anchored near, Some loving souls that my heart held dear, In silent sorrow will drop a tear— But I shall have peacefully furled my sail In moorings sheltered from storm or gale And greeted friends who have gone before O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unknown Shore. - Elizabeth Clark Hardy
One of my favorites
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Tennyson I have heard the above at several friends funerals, who took their final sail! Fair winds Dave
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Tennyson I have heard the above at several friends funerals, who took their final sail! Fair winds Dave
One of my favorites
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Tennyson I have heard the above at several friends funerals, who took their final sail! Fair winds Dave
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Tennyson I have heard the above at several friends funerals, who took their final sail! Fair winds Dave
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Now is all the time you own and no man knows the hour just when the clock of life will stop-at late or early hour. The futures just a dream of hope, The past a distant link Go cruising now my brother, it's later than you think copied from "The tree of knowledge" Sea of Cortez 1995
Now is all the time you own and no man knows the hour just when the clock of life will stop-at late or early hour. The futures just a dream of hope, The past a distant link Go cruising now my brother, it's later than you think copied from "The tree of knowledge" Sea of Cortez 1995
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Now is all the time you own and no man knows the hour just when the clock of life will stop-at late or early hour. The futures just a dream of hope, The past a distant link Go cruising now my brother, it's later than you think copied from "The tree of knowledge" Sea of Cortez 1995
Now is all the time you own and no man knows the hour just when the clock of life will stop-at late or early hour. The futures just a dream of hope, The past a distant link Go cruising now my brother, it's later than you think copied from "The tree of knowledge" Sea of Cortez 1995
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