John Scully - The Boatman's Lot

Western Winds of glory
drive across the waves
are sometimes kind and fair
to boatmen scurrying home
in time to meet the tide.
Inlet cosy harbours of creamy coloured houses,
stand salt- encrusted firm against the storms,
while deep inside a boatman's family
ruddy faced and friendly to the waves
glance occasionally from the door
in hope that the boatman
hits the homely safety of the shore.

John Scully

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