Ernestine Northover - Harbour Lights

The harbour lights are beckoning,
Our stout boat is riding high,
By the distant view, we're reckoning,
We are nearly home and dry.

We've travelled many an ocean,
And weathered storms so wild,
Of the seas, we have a notion,
By it all, we've been beguiled.

There've been times when we have wavered,
And times when concern was rife,
Many moments we have savoured,
And pondered upon this life.

But seafaring days are our days,
And when all is said and done,
These seas attract, in such special ways,
And conquering them can be fun.

But, like now, we're to base returning,
Friends and family to meet and greet,
There's a rest from the sea's endless churning,
Somewhere solid to plant our feet.

Now the harbour lights are gleaming,
And the sails relax their strain,
Our faces begin their beaming,
For we're safely back home again.

© Ernestine Northover

Ernestine Northover

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