A Migrant From Elsewhere

A migrant from elsewhere and a stranger to renown And an ageing newcomer in the old coastal town One wearied a bit by the passing of time And addicted to the penning of doggerel rhyme We are what we think we are the wise do say And no two see all things in the very same way What is beautiful to you may not be so to me We all look on life one might say differently You show a developer a beautiful tree and a stumbling block to progress he only does see Whilst to a Nature lover that tree is a precious thing For birds to build their nests on and whistle and sing A migrant from elsewhere and here mine's not a known face But I do feel at home in this beautiful place.