I walked by the bridge,
not crossing,
along the pier,
alone but not alone.
A tourist,
drinking in sea views,
hearing holiday chatter,
watching families having fun.
I felt all at once alone;
yet not alone.



birds singing in the trees
melodies floating on the breeze
boats sailing out to sea
as far as my old eyes can see
people strolling along the pier
throngs of them this time of year
the Abbey watching from the hill
through bustling days and nights so still
seagulls squawking from on high
wheeling in the bluest sky
town and harbour a bridge apart
your seaport welcome has warmed my heart