Where are the boats
I used to see
In our fair harbor
It bewilders me
Where are the masts
Reaching for the sky
I do not see them
Even though I try
Where are the sails
That we all tended
And that torn trawl
That must be mended
But the sea looks empty
Of all the floats
And I still wonder
Where are the boats
Sam “I Am” Nicastro
Gloucester




