At The Old Harbour... Poem by DM W
At The Old Harbour...
At the old harbour,
White washed houses are clear,
In the morning light.
They are surrounded by sky
And sea blues. Small boats
Are waiting to be boarded.
A lone fisherman
Ventures out to sea. The days
Here might seem the same,
But the observant ones know
That they often have
Different shades & hues, just
Like silvery dreams,
And work becomes a pleasure.
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