Summer Place

I live in a small town A few miles from the sea When the season ends And summer draws down Seaford becomes a small town again Townsfolk wave And smile Others, quiet and serious Go about their business With a quiet determination I see all this And I feel comfortable here. At night when the streets are empty And the town asleep Forlorn traffic lights Stand guard On each avenue Lost in the fog Are the sounds Of faraway trains On steely tracks Chasing shadows And racing the moon To catch another day.