Sea Of Weeds
A Memory of Wallsend.
We sailed a ship on concrete oceans.
Well over forty years ago.
Imagination fuelled the voyages,
To far flung places we would go.
These days she's firmly anchored,
Surplus to childrens needs.
So sad to see her list to port,
Amongst a sea of weeds.
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