The Harbour Wall

We'd sit upon the harbour wall, And watch them sail away, Fine boats, Of many colours and shapes, The highlight of my day. With ice cream cone in one hand, I'd watch them on their way, The water calm and peaceful, On that perfect sunny day. The fishermen, They sat not far, Hoping for a catch, They'd cast their lines out, Laced with bait, Enticing the fish to snatch. I loved to see their happy grins, When suddenly a fish, Had hooked itself, Onto their line, They finally got their wish. And there upon the harbour wall, Good memories were made, Where I would sit so happily, Back in my childhood days. Jayne Louise Davies