I sit alone at eventide Watching the twilight scene The light from a slowly rising Moon Casting a reflection like a silken sheen Across the calm somnambulant waters Of a busy Harbour now asleep Apart from the eager eyes of the camera man Who’s regular watch he’ll keep Still the constant flop of the water Against the ancient Harbour stone wall And apart from the boats bobbing on the moorings Very little sound at all The Lighthouse giving a mere glimmer In surrounding s lightened by the moon The calm ness of the water predicting perhaps A perfect Dawn breaking soon When once again the Harbour will spring to life As the fishing boats to the Sea must go Will their trips be rewarded today Nobody will ever know Except when the boats return on the ebb To the safety of home once more All of their catch carefully packed in ice Unloaded upon the shore But for now the camera is packed away After another successful night Collecting images of Natures beauty Not in view to most folks sight
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Hello Dennis, A fishing harbour at night is particularly atmospheric and you have certainly captured every nuance. I love the idea in the - "calmness of the water predicting a perfect dawn." Much enjoyed. God Bless, Richard