Harbour 2

“Soft sunny Sunday at the Sea” Gun Roswell


The ripples on the water’s surface
The wind getting more and more restless
Tiny drops of soft rain on my face
As outside for the first time I dare

Due to the signs of spring
I wanted to get out and sing
Dance and frolic, like a new born
I would have preferred nothing to have worn

As the warming weather, is finally letting
Me to shed down my winter coat
Maybe even dare to take out a boat
A row, row myself, across the moat