Old HarbourA Poem by Wild RoseOnce a busy thriving place Sailing ship from across the world Hauled in by many hands Goods discharged New ones take their place Sail again on the evening tide
Small boat now find berths to rest Pleasure, Fishing, now the trade Harbour side warehouse now are flats Weekend homes where goods once plied Tourists come to see and marvel at peacefulness
Evening all boats at rest Weather calm Slowly runs the tide Sun goes down Darkness Falls Tomorrow will just go calmly on
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6 Reviews Added on February 12, 2019 Last Updated on February 12, 2019 AuthorWild RoseLake Disrtict, Cumbria, United KingdomAboutBA (Hons)Management studies Open University Full tech Cert. Marine: Aviation & Industrial Instrumentation and Conrtol Retired engineering lecturer Ex racing cyclist: fell walker: Camper more..Writing
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