Lone Ship Poem by Jim O'Donnell

Its belly full of silver fish
Sailing through that Scottish mist
As many have done years before
But alas that is no more

The ship is just a dot in sight
As it travels up this loch at night
Its light twinkle way ahead
And in the morning will be at the harbors edge

That hustle bustle at the crack of dawn
Soon all the fish will be gone
Distributed throughout our land
With Lorries and some trailer vans

Standing at the harbor, in that morning sun
I can remember when there was more than one
Ships all standing side by side
Unloading there cargo from deep inside

As I said once before
That does not happen here no more
These proud ships long have gone
But one lone ship lingers on


07 10 2010
Chellaston