Roadways: poem of the day

ROADWAYS
By John Masefield 

One road leads to London,  
   One road leads to Wales,
My road leads me seawards
   To the white dipping sails.

One road leads to the river,
   As it goes singing slow;
My road leads to shipping,
   Where the bronzed sailors go.

Leads me, lures me, calls me
   To salt green tossing sea;
A road without earth's road-dust
   Is the right road for me.

A wet road heaving, shining,
   And wild with segulls' cries,
A mad salt sea-wind blowing
   The salt spray in my eyes.

My road calls me, lures me
   West, east, south, and north;
Most roads lead men homewards,
   My road leads me forth

To add more miles to the tally  
   Of grey miles left behind,
In quest of that one beauty  
   God put me here to find.