Sailor, sailor, why must you go Out past the rim of the sky? Charts have not told the quaint lands I behold From this gray rock where I lie. Hunter, hunter, what do you seek Climbing the mountain side? No game is there like the wild thoughts I snare Watching the turn of the tide. Fisherman, fisherman, drag in your nets; Come from the perilous seas. My dream nets hold strange fish, blue and gold, Here where I lie at ease. Sailor and fisherman drift down the sky, Woods hide the hunter from me; So fisherman, hunter, and sailor am I, Playing with dreams by the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM |