Boats & Ships : AMANDA HALL (Born 1956)

THE BAREFOOT BOOK OF STORIES FROM THE SEA by AMANDA HALL

THE BAREFOOT BOOK OF STORIES FROM THE SEA

HE HEARD THE SPLASH OF OARS, AND THERE WAS THE FERRYMAN by AMANDA HALL

HE HEARD THE SPLASH OF OARS, AND THERE WAS THE FERRYMAN

THE YOUNG BRAVE CUT THE ROPE, GRASPED THE PADDLE IN HIS STRONG HANDS AND STEERED SOUTH by AMANDA HALL

THE YOUNG BRAVE CUT THE ROPE, GRASPED THE PADDLE IN HIS STRONG HANDS AND STEERED SOUTH

SOMETIMES, IN THE GREY MISTS OF DAWN OR FADING DUSK, FOLK WOULD SEE HIM KNEELING IN HIS BOAT UPON THE SWELL; HE SEEMED TO BE TALKING TO A SEAL WHO OFTEN SWAM NEAR THE SHORE by AMANDA HALL

SOMETIMES, IN THE GREY MISTS OF DAWN OR FADING DUSK, FOLK WOULD SEE HIM KNEELING IN HIS BOAT UPON THE SWELL; HE SEEMED TO BE TALKING TO A SEAL WHO OFTEN SWAM NEAR THE SHORE

ALL DAY LONG, SEA WIND ROAMS OVER ISLANDS AND SEAS, THROUGH FOREST AND PLAIN, DRIVING HERDS OF TIMID DEER TOWARDS THE WATERHOLES by AMANDA HALL

ALL DAY LONG, SEA WIND ROAMS OVER ISLANDS AND SEAS, THROUGH FOREST AND PLAIN, DRIVING HERDS OF TIMID DEER TOWARDS THE WATERHOLES