And as the gray sky of November,
comes ashore in this harbour town,
the streets are a bustle with noise,
have surcome to silence abound.
In harbour, two ships head ashore,
the Coast Guard leading the way,
second vessel finds it's rest,
await, for those words shall say.
Lining street side, bundles of youth,
eyes focus upon ships Gallo,
they await those eminent words,
for a one time jolly good fellow.
HO HO HO, the echo below,
and black boots take to shore,
turns toward ship, holds an arm,
the Mrs. has brought something more.
Midnight madness the yearly event,
has it's start with Santa's arrival,
Mrs Claus has joined the journey,
for shopping the many a tribal.
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-ships-of-harbour-the-dover-delegates/
