The Boats Of No Brass Poem by james watkin
The Boats Of No Brass
The boats of no brass
And no pretensions
The nurse not mistaking
In moon's attentions.
On banks of seaweed
With shells, bestrewed
Are these little ones rocked;
Shore town's rough hewed.
Hirelings that draw, daily
Against insults, oars.
Against the frothing of the sea
That gnaws, that gnaws!
Assuaged by the moon
With all their tensions
The boats of no brass
And no pretensions.
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