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Boats by Margaret Bates |
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Boats are creaking in the harbour. Time stands still. Night with its muffling blanket has fallen And stars glitter sharp in the dark purple sky, Their images twinkling up from the waves, Clean wet and gleaming. Masts sway gently, rocking, rocking. Little waves lapping, gently, soothingly. Good Hope, White Heather, Boy Andrew, Undaunted, Easter Day, Norseman, Ardent and Spray. All is quiet. All are sleeping. Boats are creaking in the harbour. Time stands still.
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| Note Margaret Bates lives in Bushey, near Watford and used to be resident poet at Watford folk club. She has had poems published in anthologies. "Boats" Was written in 1968 so it must have been an old Boy Andrew. She has Caithness connections and visits the county regularly. |