Port Boy (Or Girl) Poem by Paul Warren

knew him as he walked in
A Port boy by the size of his grin
That went from ear to ear
And we shook hands like old friends dear

There was sea water in his veins
And a story for each move of his game
Growing up there was some time around
In Rosewater Ethelton Henley Seaton and Semaphore bound

For the summer it was at beach time
At the carnival Semaphore road for mine
I remember laughing with my mates
In those days when fun was our fate

Being a Port boy from a Port family
Meant that there was no hiding easily
Aren't you the son of.. was for real
So you had to stay on an even keel

Even though we may move away
Coming back it's like we stayed
For we are forever bound to the place
As a Port boy with some grace.

© Paul Warren Poetry