Johndinsky Official Poet Rhyme

Island Ferry

8:15
The island ferry rumbles at the port
A stream of tourists scramble from the rear
As the sun goes down behind the concrete
Taxi doors glow in colours that can't be
Bought, sold or caught.


8:53
The Oil truck rumbles at the port
A stream of sweat with the change of gear
5 attempts to scramble up the drawbridge
And an empty bottle of beer
Glowing like an emerald on the wall

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Terry O'Leary October 9, 2014 at 4:40 PM A vivid picture (or two)... nicely done! Johndinsky Official October 9, 2014 at 5:08 PM Thank you. The ferry port in Volos is the best place to sit as the sun expires.