She sits there, nestled cheek by jowl,
with one foot in the sea,
and the other in the bright country.
Once a busy sea-port, there
is nought to show it now,
but a fading memory. And how
it saddens that a place like this
should sit there, in a book,
barely warranting a look.
Now tourists ebb and flow
across the busy street,
where sailors used to meet,
and the honey ice-cream shop –
such a favourite place to go –
is beside the river’s flow.
This place is truly welcoming,
a place with civic pride,
and doors held open wide.
Written 27/05/2005. Published in Poetry.com, 2013.