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Sea Fever – Your Favourite Poem


I must go 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 wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

By John Masefield (1878-1967).
(English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.)

C fever

I must get down to C again, C major or minor, don’t mind

And all I ask is the right key, and the chord that I can’t find.

And the drumstick and the backing vocal’s song and the maraca’s shaking

Before the sell-out crowd will hear my poor voice breaking.

I must get down to C again, or else this piece will end

In a wild cry and deep silence, which I would not recommend.

And all I ask is to modulate with care so I can keep singing,

And the strings’ hum and the flute’s tune and the bells ringing and dinging.

I must get down to C again, to be sure there will be life

After this torment of getting off my key which cuts like a whetted knife.

And all I ask is a big pardon from the laughing audience

And a quiet exit when the theatre tells me to leave the premises.

By Peter Bouchier, amateur singer

New Year


A new year to look forward to

What surprises will it bring?

All that you wish for

I hope you receive everything


I would like to see peace

Spread through- out the land

To understand other cultures

So all will walk hand in hand


To see that hunger and starvation

Disappear from the face of the earth

A greater understanding is needed

For vision of this new birth


I hope that the scourge of disease

That famine and decay

Will no longer be a problem

And will disappear one day


These things I am sure you wish for

And maybe in our time we shall see

A step forward in thinking

That will benefit you and me 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

After Christmas – Promote Yourself

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