Requiem
UNDER the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850
Arrrgh!!!
It's just my state of mind!
…yeah “chuffed”, there’s a word I use a lot :^)…
As a child, when I would call from the front door “I’m home”, my father would reply “Home is the sailor”.
I am composing an elegy for him and thought I would plug in that saying and voila – I found a requiem! Amazing!