The trawler now tied up in port <br />So long since she last sailed, <br />The peeling paint upon her hull <br />A sign that all has failed, <br />The barren seas that line the coast <br />Far from the eastern shore, <br />Now means this boat can't ride the waves <br />To fish there anymore. <br /> <br />So here beside the quay remains <br />As months turn into years, <br />A mist descends upon the town <br />So filled with bitter tears, <br />The crew that served so faithfully <br />All left and moved away, <br />To find some work as jobs were lost <br />They could no longer stay. <br /> <br />Her nets now tangled holed and torn <br />Across her deck they lie, <br />Now never to be used again <br />Those days have all gone by, <br />As rust has gripped the wheelhouse <br />Where the skipper steered her course, <br />Abandoned to the elements <br />Which offers no remorse. <br /> <br />12/08/08<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trawler-now-tied-up-in-port/
