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