Does a sailor lose his bearings on the land?
Does he gaze across the verdant vista hoping to see spray?
Do his eyes see distant shores where we see sand?
And does he yearn for a foreign bay?
Is he lost among the hills and vales?
Do flocks of birds remind him of vast fishy shoals?
Are maps too crowded with their roads and trails?
And does he scoff at grassy knolls?