row your boat

an elderly couple rowing a boat to an uninhabited island, Osborne Bay, Crofton, British Columbia

I must 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.

taken from Sea Fever by John Masefield