My dad has a favourite little poem. I wrote it out for him in calligraphy and photoreduced it to a card he carries in his wallet.Ships sail eastand ships sail westwhile the self-same breezes blow;it's the set of the sailsand not the galesthat determines the way they go.Like the winds of the seaare the ways of fateas we journey along through life;it's the set of the soulthat determines the goaland not the calm nor the strife.I didn't know where it came from, but Google found it: "The Winds of Fate," slightly different in the original wording by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Love the post and love the comment poem. Thoughtful.
Laura- I knew someone had probably said what I thought, more eloquently. Thank you for this. Island Rambles- Thaks!
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