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[@maryschena5727]

Rory's voice gives me all the feels!!!

[@daphnefaircloth429]

I keep coming back to listen, over three years later. We needed this calming voice during 2020.

[@denickite]

Lovely to hear a poem read so well. Very moving.

[@grinder333]

We need the words to this poem/advertisement so I can recite in my head when I'm irritated at work. LOL.... It's beautiful, especially because it's Rory. So calming.

[@SurfergirlKH]

I somehow can’t add a link here but I posted the poem in the comment section!

[@SurfergirlKH]

Sea Dreams I must go down to the seas again, to the endless ocean tide, And all I ask is a sturdy yacht and the stars to steer her by; As the waves kick and the winds blow and the main sail’s shaking, A ghostly mist arises, as the grey of dawn is breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the breath of the endless tide Whispers my name, it calls me, it cannot be denied; All I ask is a windy day to fill my sails for flying, To feel the spray upon my face and hear the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, Where the gulls fly and the whales breach, where the wind cuts like a knife; All I ask is a merry tale from a lonely fellow-rover, A quiet sleep, and a sweet dream when the long sail’s over.

[@jessicaeverson6434]

I do nor care who reads it. Makes me miss being on the boat with my dad.

[@north2kohala]

Does he say "long trip's" at the end or is it just the accent? Supposed to be "long trick," as in end of watch. Anyway, sounds good but makes me realize I would rather be on warm blue water, lol.

[@grinder333]

Sea Fever BY JOHN MASEFIELD I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

[@ChanelCoco-pk7mp]

I'm in love

[@ChanelCoco-pk7mp]

I’m still in love with this incredible man