The harbour lights are beckoning,
Our stout boat is riding high,
By the distant view, we're reckoning,
We are nearly home and dry.
We've travelled many an ocean,
And weathered storms so wild,
Of the seas, we have a notion,
By it all, we've been beguiled.
There've been times when we have wavered,
And times when concern was rife,
Many moments we have savoured,
And pondered upon this life.
But seafaring days are our days,
And when all is said and done,
These seas attract, in such special ways,
And conquering them can be fun.
But, like now, we're to base returning,
Friends and family to meet and greet,
There's a rest from the sea's endless churning,
Somewhere solid to plant our feet.
Now the harbour lights are gleaming,
And the sails relax their strain,
Our faces begin their beaming,
For we're safely back home again.
© Ernestine Northover
You sum up life's journey so well Ernestine. Lovely imagery and phrasing.
Another great nautical write, love the imagery of the harbour lights. Andrew x
I Love Poems about boats, sea, docks, sea breeze, harbors...And this piece is absolutely exceptional...Through well placed imagery, you have depicted This scene with such genuinity...Great Work as can always be expected by you, young Poetess E.'''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
The contrast between the unpredictability of the ocean to the familiarity of home is vividly portrayed. A well crafted write Ernestine. Warmest wishes Justine.
Excellent poem, Earnestine! It's a good feeling coming home! A 10.
Dear Ernestine, Well styled and well-crafted with excellent use of rhyme and meter. Best, Hugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is much in this that offers such hope, I can only hope that this is a reflection of how you are feeling or will feel in time to come, Love duncan