Peaceful and tranquil the boats in the harbour, <br />As the sun sets in the crimson red sky, <br />Their silhouettes dark as they lie there at anchor, <br />Their masts ringing softly while hungry gulls fly, <br />And now the restless southern breeze <br />Does blow across the sea once more, <br />Yet still the waves do glisten bright <br />And gently lap the shore. <br /> <br />Peaceful and tranquil the boats in the harbour, <br />There is a trawler that's tied to the quay, <br />Drying its nets at the end of its journey, <br />Ready to sail on the high morning sea, <br />And now the light is fading fast <br />And so the evening rests once more, <br />Yet still the waves do glisten bright <br />And gently lap the shore. <br /> <br />Peaceful and tranquil the boats in the harbour, <br />Lit by the stars while the tavern lights glow, <br />Sailors are drinking and shanties they're singing, <br />Tales and adventures from so long ago, <br />And soon the sun will rise again <br />Above the seas of blue once more, <br />Yet still the waves do glisten bright <br />And gently lap the shore.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boats-in-the-harbour/
