I’m sitting on the jetty, feet dangling o’er the sea, <br />A view that’s so breathtaking, that it’s enveloped me. <br />The sunlight on the water, with facets shining bright. <br />I could sit forever absorbing this wondrous sight. <br /> <br />The little boats a bobbing out on the restless brine, <br />Their sails of rainbow colours are beautiful and fine. <br />Wind is gently blowing as they navigate to shore, <br />At one with the ocean, such adventuring in store. <br /> <br />I’m standing on the headland watching seagulls streak by, <br />There’s squawking and diving as they pulsate through the sky. <br />Always so hungry, forever searching for their meal, <br />No matter who’s food tempts them, they are ready to steal. <br /> <br />I’m resting on a boulder on the top of the cliffs. <br />Two rowing boats are proceeding I think they are skiffs. <br />Chasing to beat each other with their single man crew, <br />There is so much to observe, Ah! here comes a canoe. <br /> <br />A two-masted vessel, fore-and-aft rigged, a smart ketch <br />Sails into harbour seen above yellow broom and vetch. <br />Vibrant in its paintwork, she gives a scene oh so grand, <br />With all her keen crew, she is very expertly manned. <br /> <br />I’m on my way home now but it has been a great day. <br />The sea, sand and salty wind, with warm sun and cool spray. <br />My sleek hair is unkempt and my book I have not read, <br />As comings and goings kept me occupied instead. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boats-a-bobbing/
