We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Seattle stillness between two waves of exploration one on the Alaska Inside Passage and one on the Wild Side of Vancouver Canada.
From Roman roots to Moorish spires, Seville’s skyline tells tales of empires. Gothic arches reach for the sky, While Mudéjar patterns catch the eye.
Visigoths ruled, then Moors held sway, Their minarets still stand today. Reconquista brought Christian might, Baroque splendor, a dazzling sight.
Renaissance forms with classical grace, In plazas and palaces find their place. Modern structures dare to soar, Las Setas, a sight to explore.
Through centuries, faiths intertwined, In flamenco’s soul, their echoes we find. Gypsy passion, Jewish lament, Moorish rhythms, divinely blent.
Christian fervor, Andalusian heart, In dance and song, cultures impart. From persecution rose expression, Flamenco, born of this fusion.
In Triana’s streets, the art took flight, A testament to Seville’s cultural might. Architecture and music entwined, In Seville’s spirit, forever enshrined.
Across the Waves, a Guzzwell Dream
In Trekka’s wake, adventurers sail, Small boats with big hearts, ready to prevail. Guzzwell’s spirit guides them through the spray, Inspiring voyages day by day.
From wooden yawl to racing multihull, Endangered Species, fast and powerful. Water ballast shifts for comfort’s sake, As sailors brave each ocean, sea, and lake.
Topside they stand, surveying endless blue, Horizons beckon with adventures new. In tiny cabins or on open decks, They find the freedom Guzzwell’s tale reflects.
So hoist your sails and chart your course with pride, Let Guzzwell’s legacy be your guide.
For in each small boat beats a mighty heart, Ready for the journey, eager to depart.