- One road leads to London,
- One road leads to Wales,
- My road leads me seawards
- To the white dipping sails.
- One road leads to the river,
- And it goes singing slow;
- My road leads to shipping,
- Where the bronzed sailors go.
- Leads me, lures me, calls me
- To salt green tossing sea;
- A road without earth's road-dust
- Is the right road for me.
- A wet road heaving, shining,
- And wild with seagull's cries,
- A mad salt sea-wind blowing
- The salt spray in my eyes.
- My road calls me, lures me
- West, east, south, and north;
- Most roads lead men homewards,
- My road leads me forth.
- To add more miles to the tally
- Of grey miles left behind,
- In quest of that one beauty
- God put me here to find.
- John Masefield
