“To sail, to sail, to sail away,
With tug of wind to freedom.
In craft hand nurtured night and day,
Fine painted, sealed and ship-shape.
Be'times to live a' brink the water,
With boats to watch, repair and fashion.
On tussocked perch with slipway down,
To eat, sleep and breathe the passion.
A quiet life off beaten track for me,
With church a' Sunday and neighbourly.
Timbered hearths you glow to see,
And ever a wind to lap a greeting.
In wood to live, in wood to pleasure,
Amongst trees a' plenty to walk at leisure.
A village ever a home to be,
And each day, anew, a port.”
William J. Little
Editor - The Gabriel Church Supplement
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