Poem 180 of 230: WHITLEY BAY FISHERMEN - AUTUMN 2001
But for the ghostly lighthouse on Saint Mary’s,
The, matching, moonlit wash of broken waves,
The distant bulbs of freighters sailing the seas,
The Down Under’s lights, from human-made caves,
And the just-inland beams of Friday’s zeal,
Their night’s beach fishing was all by feel.
But for the ghostly lighthouse on Saint Mary’s,
The, matching, moonlit wash of broken waves,
The distant bulbs of freighters sailing the seas,
The Down Under’s lights, from human-made caves,
And the just-inland beams of Friday’s zeal,
Their night’s beach fishing was all by feel.
(P.S: I now prefer a vegan meal.)
(C) David Franks 2003
(C) David Franks 2003
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| No fishers the evening I returned to Whitley Bay during spring 2014 - just a fishy poster! |
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