~The Poet’s Poet~
Standing on the bridge
Listening to the church bells chime
Looking on as fishermen tend their trawlers
Small boats anchored off shore, bobbing
Some covered by from the harshness of winter
Endless streams of traffic coming and going
To who knows where?
On the quay front, a covered ice rink
Swarming with young and old alike
Dog walkers, some with pooper scoopers
Some without.
11:00 am and there is a great buzz about the town
School holidays and after Christmas sales
Attract like a magnet.
Pop into the friary church, peaceful and tranquil
Light a candle for the departed souls
Embrace the sound of silence
Return a nod to a stranger
Retire to a nearby hotel, open a book just purchased.
Relax with a cappuccino.
© Chris Black January 2019
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