New Quay Harbour

I sit upon the harbour wall And feel the warm sun on my face. I turn my gaze far out to sea And watch the happy dolphins play. Bright sunbeams slanting through the clouds Are searchlights toying with the waves. I lean against the cold hard lines Of granite blocks quite roughly hewn With urgent cries and rapid fire Of circling seabirds overhead. I hear the splashing, rippling waves – That wash upon the wrinkled sand. I watch the little fishing smacks That bob and sway upon the tide. The Black Lion pub surveys the bay Of Llareggub; that famous town Where Thomas-the-Verse composed his lines. But he’s not supping here today, No clouds of smoke from cheap Woodbines – His spirit floats down Donkey Street.