St Katherines Dock Poem by Ray Feasey

Inspired by a wonderful place, almost a secret garden!

Across wild road through gates to calm, as ivory house presents such charm, on cobbled path to dock and loch to gaze upon brass mariners shop
Amongst such beauty calm and joy the waters, walks and floating buoys do draw one’s thoughts to a worlds gone by as Tower bridge looks down from high.

By solid chain and iron rail you wait as river life reveals its tourist ferry, barge and gulls, all active on this river strong.
Whilst distant buildings proud and tall, and Butler Wharf look back though different eyes is it the same or do I dream it all again.
Along the years this has for me been escapism good and clean even as Orange peel floats and rots beside the many splendid yachts

Nothing can disrupt its charm and style as movement of masts and flags a swirl portray stillness all the while
So vast, so small, immense this mix of buildings wooden, glass and bricks to house hotel and office base, the thousand sorts of folk who race.

They rush along and seldom stroll as routine day just takes its toll, quite unaware of this proud place with crumpled papers off they pace.
Such names on boats and yachts and shops a vast array of worldly lives gathered here for all to see yet unknown to majority