Old Mullins Yard

Old Mullins Yard

Where are they now
Them
Old Parrett Flatner’s
Those workhorse
Those wetlands
Those one-time  
Wooden wonders  
Where are they now
Those
Flat bottomed
Old scull oared
Those withy, those
Turf boats each tied  
Tell me
Where are they now
Damn these
Tired eyes of mine

Have no fear sir
They be near
Both the toll and the
Ferry men cried
Look
Next to the fallow
By the stone heaped
Long barrow
Down in the meadow
By Old Mullins Yard
Tis there over yonder
In the shallows
Sleeping soundly
Tween the
Milk thistle, sedge
And fine
Somerset willow
Tis there lies the last
Of them old
Parrett Flatner’s
Moored n dry docked
In Old Mullins Yard ...