In the fourth grade, for Friday speeches we were given poems to memorize. I was given "Sea Fever" by John Masefield. I didn't like having to memorize it, but there was something about that poem that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It moved something deep within me.
"I must go down to the sea again to the lonely seas and sky". When I read the poem, I felt the feeling of standing at Fisherman's Wharf. There was a sound, smell and feel. I felt it in Mrs. Keller's classroom. I felt a love for the sea. A love of roaming and wandering.
"When are we going to go to San Francisco again?" I asked my mom that afternoon.
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