HALF A MILE AWAY
The coastal walk from Keyhaven to Lymington-on-Sea
Is something like an eight mile hike - you’ll earn your cup of tea!
We’ve noticed every time we’ve walked its length, Our Gert and me
The harbour’s always half a mile away.
This is a strange phenomenon you’d think cannot be true
But when you’ve done ten minutes then the harbour comes in view
You’d think this can’t be possible. Believe me, right on cue
You spot the boats’ masts half a mile away.
Deceitful, flinty pathways chalk up miles upon your clock
The information boards and milestones now just seem to mock
It’s still four miles to Lymington, to where the ferries dock;
But the harbour’s only half a mile away!
And then begin meanderings, circuitous they swerve
Round abandoned salt pans, random bird hides and Reserve
The wants of Man, of flora, fauna equally they serve
Constructed from industrial decay.
But ever onward like Beau Geste through dust and heat you traipse
Seaward to the headlands and then back round brackish scrapes
Sometimes the masts concealed from view, sometimes through woodland gape
But never more than half a mile away.
Up and down the walkways, round the mudflats and the bays
Where godwits, redshanks, egrets, meadow browns enrich your days
And finally the lido where the youth of Hampshire plays;
You really are now half a mile away.
So then at last your walk is done – it’s Lymington-on-Sea
The run-a-round’s been worth it – there’s no nicer place to be
You now know that the harbor with its café-fronted quay
Is genuinely half a mile away.