The harr’s a rollin’ in <br />From the ocean and far beyond <br />where the old man sits and hooks his bait <br />and sits patiently from mornin' tae late <br />He sees a ship harboured in the morning mist <br />the nautical readings explained on the list <br />the old clock stuck at a quarter past one <br />dazzles brightly in the morning sun <br />as the harr clears he takes off his hat <br />and carefully adjusts his tartan mat <br />He's sat there for years just a dreamin' 'bout the past <br />and taking in the beauty with every cast <br />He still sees a few of those old special friends <br />but the pain from those gone now will never end <br />The memories the jokes and the work on the boat <br />and his ma makin' him wear that bloody coat <br />still likes his fishing <br />but nothing will compare <br />Tae auld pals like his they were awfy rare.<br /><br />GORDON SAUNDERS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/special-place-5/
