Port Boy Or Girl

knew him as he walked in A Port boy by the size of his grin That went from ear to ear And we shook hands like old friends dear There was sea water in his veins And a story for each move of his game Growing up there was some time around In Rosewater Ethelton Henley Seaton and Semaphore bound For the summer it was at beach time At the carnival Semaphore road for mine I remember laughing with my mates In those days when fun was our fate Being a Port boy from a Port family Meant that there was no hiding easily Aren’t you the son of.. was for real So you had to stay on an even keel Even though we may move away Coming back it’s like we stayed For we are forever bound to the place As a Port boy with some grace. © Paul Warren Poetry