Sitting by the quay with the sunlight in the sky <br />watching great ships just sailing by. <br />Big ships tall ships ones from foreign places <br />with all important cargo made by different races <br />Sitting by the quay or the dock of the bay <br />on a beautiful sunny day, just watching the tide <br />roll away. Otis you could do no wrong when you <br />wrote that everlasting song. There is a dock in every <br />country from England to Hong Kong. <br />Sitting by the quay with gulls screaching above <br />wondering what words to write, wherever it be <br />passion or love. Sitting on the dock of the bay <br />is the end to a perfect day. With a red sky at night <br />who needs a torchlight when life becomes a bonus <br />away from the hustle and bustle.Otis your life painted <br />a picture of ships that went sailing by. My life paints <br />a picture of you and it will never die. I have seen the <br />quay or the dock of the bay, it is a great memory <br />that will never fade away. On a sunlit day when you <br />have time to pass away just go and sit on the dock <br />of the bay.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dock-of-the-bay-an-ode-to-otis/
