And as the gray sky of November, <br />comes ashore in this harbour town, <br />the streets are a bustle with noise, <br />have surcome to silence abound. <br /> <br />In harbour, two ships head ashore, <br />the Coast Guard leading the way, <br />second vessel finds it's rest, <br />await, for those words shall say. <br /> <br />Lining street side, bundles of youth, <br />eyes focus upon ships Gallo, <br />they await those eminent words, <br />for a one time jolly good fellow. <br /> <br />HO HO HO, the echo below, <br />and black boots take to shore, <br />turns toward ship, holds an arm, <br />the Mrs. has brought something more. <br /> <br />Midnight madness the yearly event, <br />has it's start with Santa's arrival, <br />Mrs Claus has joined the journey, <br />for shopping the many a tribal.<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-ships-of-harbour-the-dover-delegates/
