The harbour lights are beckoning, <br />Our stout boat is riding high, <br />By the distant view, we're reckoning, <br />We are nearly home and dry. <br /> <br />We've travelled many an ocean, <br />And weathered storms so wild, <br />Of the seas, we have a notion, <br />By it all, we've been beguiled. <br /> <br />There've been times when we have wavered, <br />And times when concern was rife, <br />Many moments we have savoured, <br />And pondered upon this life. <br /> <br />But seafaring days are our days, <br />And when all is said and done, <br />These seas attract, in such special ways, <br />And conquering them can be fun. <br /> <br />But, like now, we're to base returning, <br />Friends and family to meet and greet, <br />There's a rest from the sea's endless churning, <br />Somewhere solid to plant our feet. <br /> <br />Now the harbour lights are gleaming, <br />And the sails relax their strain, <br />Our faces begin their beaming, <br />For we're safely back home again. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harbour-lights/
