Reef Rovers
a
Beach Travel Club
May you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes.
General Membership Meetings
Hibiscus Recreation Center
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2022 Meetings
January 12 - General Meeting
February 9
March 9
April 13 - Activity TBD
May 11
June 8
July 13
August 10
September 14 - Activity TBD
October 12
November - no meeting
December 14 - Holiday Party
Drop off registration for Beach Trips from 6-7:00 pm for the following month (drop off in Feb. for March) at all meetings except Nov. and Dec.
Hibiscus Recreation Center
1740 Bailey Tr
The Villages, FL 32162
Hibiscus Recreation Center
is located next to
Cane Garden Restaurant and Country Club
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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 - Reef Rover*,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
* The word "Reef" was added.
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 - Reef Rover*,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
* The word "Reef" was added.