Before You Become a Poet, Work in a Bar: John Masefield in the Village
My guess, that's good training to be a poet or a writer of any kind.
His birthday is June 1.
Here's the first part of one of his poems:
I must go down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song
and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and
a grey dawn breaking