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Home Is the Sailor

Home is the sailor, home from sea:

Her far-borne canvas furled

The ship pours shining on the quay

The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter from the hill:

Fast in the boundless snare

All flesh lies taken at his will

And every fowl of air.

'Tis evening on the moorland free,

The starlit wave is still:

Home is the sailor from the sea,

The hunter from the hill.

A.E. Housman

Easy Fix

I looks like the big mailbox is tightly attached to the post so the easiest way to get a new mailbox when the big one was damaged was to stick a littler one inside.

Necessity is the mother of invention.