Down at the docks ⚓️

Where cargoes are packed like sardines in a tin

Huge ocean liners full up to the gunnels with all kinds of produce are stacked within...

I love to stand on the edge of the pier..I stop and I listen, I look and I learn

Men on a mission with hoists a’hauling...seafaring fishermen standing astern...

And I lie in my bed when the wind is a’howling and think of those weather-beaten burly blokes

Bobbing about within waves of wildness