When the Boat Came In
Instant Memory
It was my intention to go home had seen
A picture of the harbour of my town when the sea
Was so clear you could see the sea floor.
The big day was when the liner “Stavangerfjord.”
Docked and her captain saluted the public.
Hustle and bustle and we could see who had done
Well in America, and the not lucky, going
down the same gangway.
A rich uncle who had been important in the hotel
Business smoked camel and had chocolate in his
Overcoat, he stayed with us but, he drank
And my mother threw him out.
I digress, there were other entertainments like
Going to the railway station and see the train from Oslo
To come in, locomotive steam and eager voices.
After all this excitement, we congregated at a kiosk
And if possible – could afford to- had a hot dog.
No, I will not be going home, after all, I never made
It big and my mother has long since gone.
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