Original Poems

Boat Docks

Off the street from where we lived
A hill sloped down to the waterside,
And there, a world beyond our means
As fabulous boats to the docks were tied

Large boats, to the eyes of innocent child
Ships to have adventures on
Vast travels I would never see
Imaginings long, long since gone

The smell of water I recall
The sound of boats that gently creak
The soothing sound of watching birds
The glorious journeys still I seek

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