Reflections On A Harbour Wall

Cream filled sands corrugated by the ocean's hand
Took a walk down to the market street
Jumble sales and all the usual stalls
Passed a corner cafe where I sometimes like to eat

I like to sit and watch them load the ships
So I sit in the sun against the harbour wall
Made a necklace out of the shells of different kinds
Picked from the harvest that the tide had left behind
Reflections of a day nearly gone
Still I wonder who has lost or won

Hear the shingle, hear the gulls sing
An overture that leaves me smiling
A daydream shaken by a sailor's laugh
And I smiled back, though I tried not to