Little houses by the harbour,
Watch fishing boats at the tide line,
Awaiting its return whilst also
Waiting for a southerly breeze.
Fishermen stand around and talk,
About earth shattering events,
Like whose turn it is to
Buy the next round at lunchtime.
Bondbloke, Leith, Scotland
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Just a short poem that transports the reader straight to the little fishing village in question.
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