Whatever place you hang your hat
you call that your home.
Whatever town you live in
you call that your hometown.
My hometown is a naval port
and at any given time,
you will see sailors there.
Men who go out in boats large and small
to face the fury of the tides
wherever they may go.
They face the wind and the lashing seas.
Sometimes they wish
for calm waters where the sun shines,
where the warmth there stills everything.
However, they are always happy
when they come back to shore
and their hometown once more.
15 February 2008
Sooooooooooooo.....now everyones will understand your waterworks yesterday: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Travel across the sea to those far off beautiful lands, but the heart always quickens, when you get in sight of your own land... Andy 10