In a Quaint Harbor

 

In a quaint harbor, time slows its pace

Blue skies frame scenes with quiet grace

Cobblestone streets with houses of old

So many stories contained in their hold

 

A salty scent of ocean mingles in the air

The seagull's calls are heard everywhere

Fishermen gather to exchange their lore

Of travels at sea and yearnings for shore

 

Children with buckets, in the sand, at play

Building castles, the tide soon takes away

Innocence from laughter filling the breeze

Their echoes of joy shout out to the seas

 

Sailboats bobbing in the cove’s gentle tide

The sun dips low and dreams go for a ride

The lighthouse extends its beacon of rope

Guiding the lost with bright beams of hope

 

In pubs with awnings, laughter cascades

The smiles of old friends, there on parade

Music and chatter, through windows flow

To tickle the stars that set the night aglow

 

In a quaint harbor, fond memories are spun

From the beauty in simplicity, lit by the sun

Charms that can linger of timeless delights

A place for the heart to fill with the sights

 

s. paul (May 2024)