Harbour Town

 

Weather beaten men

salt water scupted skin

appear through salty rain

ghostly apparitions

board boats, ready to take their positions

houses echo with the sounds of night

sleepy villages bathed in moonlight

 

Shady lanes

tree lined, cliffside escapades

don't look down you'll be just fine

quayside promenades

harbour town after dark

golden sands shine

as moonlight gifts them a spark

 

Boats rock on the ocean spray

waves lapping at stony beaches

pebbles mixed with shelled creatures

as the lighthouse guides the way

sea breeze blows in

seagulls stalking

ready to dine

any crumbs you drop will do just fine

 

Mist rolls through

sleepy streets

fog falls over signs that creak

old public houses lost to the sands of time

creepy trees stretch out their limbs

as clouds cover the sky and the moonlight dims

 

And the weather-beaten man returns from sea

telling tales of mythical beasts

as we sit by the quay

legends of the deep

he recalls with glee

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.