New Moorings
The new boats came to the harbour town
for the harbour had new moorings.
Gently the boats bobbed up and down
upon the gentle water.
The newness sparkled on the boats
and the owners had new jumpers.
"Harbour Days!" the newsmen cried,
the harbour town in clover.
The opening was proud - with prince!
He came there in a hurry,
though slow to congratulate
from his home in London.
"But now he's come", the newsmen said
in advance of morning papers.
"He has come!" they said again.
Those newsmen... full of capers.
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2023
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