I Must Go Down to the Sea
(after John Masefield)
I must go down to the sea again,
and race across the sand,
and all I need is my picnic bag
and a bucket and spade in my hand,
and my bare feet and my fishing net,
and rock pools for exploring,
and a cloudless sky with a soft breeze
and my red kite soaring.
and race across the sand,
and all I need is my picnic bag
and a bucket and spade in my hand,
and my bare feet and my fishing net,
and rock pools for exploring,
and a cloudless sky with a soft breeze
and my red kite soaring.
This poem is copyright (©) Jacqueline Shirtliff 2025
About the Writer
Jacqueline Shirtliff
Jacqueline is a poet and primary school teacher on the Isle of Man. One of her favourite things is helping children to love poetry and reading and encouraging them to be writers themselves. She lives in a rose-covered cottage near the sea and enjoys gardening, crochet, and playing the tuba and harp, but not all at the same time! You can read some of her other poems in The Caterpillar, Tyger Tyger, Northern Gravy, The Toy, and Little Thoughts Press.
