Blue white clouds washed with sunshine
\nAlong the horizon float in line
\nFair ships bound for a far-off port
\nDrawing me dreaming in their court…<\/p>\n
But lapping, slapping at my feet
\nLife\u2019s waters keep their timely beat,
\nRecall me to each moment here
\nThough I am wishing I were there<\/p>\n
And softly with their music ply
\nMy drifting mind til with a sigh
\nOnce again I\u2019m drawn to move
\nAmong the spirits of this rood.<\/p>\n
-Ethel L. Ingalls<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Blue white clouds washed with sunshine Along the horizon float in line Fair ships bound for a far-off port Drawing me dreaming in their court… But lapping, slapping at my feet Life\u2019s waters keep their timely beat, Recall me to … Continue reading