Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

Sail Away


I sail towards the sun
until nighttime falls
then I sail with the
wind and the sea

Where ever it takes me
I know I will be free

Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I spelt where ever like this,
I know there is wherever,
I really don't know which is right,
if it matters at all.

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  • Patti Masterman (5/29/2012 12:44:00 PM)

    I think I would make wherever one word..if indeed I could still care..after wind had taken me..somewhere. ;) (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (5/27/2012 9:34:00 AM)

    Very beautiful poem, one of prettiest in your collection. anout your note: wherever or where ever is no matter to me...when where sail it meets ever so it became wherever hahaha. whatever or what ever it is i love this piece_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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