Poetry Blogs (barges)
The Sailors' Homecoming
There is a time
channel mists behind, we sit at anchor for the tide
then in the early hours the Thames pilots board
and - slowly for the mist still lingers close to land -
we move up river reaches, take tugs and find our lock
to gently nudge our way between the barges
until we are tied up again in Albert's dock,
derricks swung and hatches open -
and I am free
Again,...
Thursday 18th October 2018 4:31 pm
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