The Dock Of The Bay. An Ode To Otis Poem by sylvia spencer

Sitting by the quay with the sunlight in the sky
watching great ships just sailing by.
Big ships tall ships ones from foreign places
with all important cargo made by different races
Sitting by the quay or the dock of the bay
on a beautiful sunny day, just watching the tide
roll away. Otis you could do no wrong when you
wrote that everlasting song. There is a dock in every
country from England to Hong Kong.
Sitting by the quay with gulls screaching above
wondering what words to write, wherever it be
passion or love. Sitting on the dock of the bay
is the end to a perfect day. With a red sky at night
who needs a torchlight when life becomes a bonus
away from the hustle and bustle.Otis your life painted
a picture of ships that went sailing by. My life paints
a picture of you and it will never die. I have seen the
quay or the dock of the bay, it is a great memory
that will never fade away. On a sunlit day when you
have time to pass away just go and sit on the dock
of the bay.