ANCHOR IN THE NIGHT

 

Halyards slapping masts

inky water lapping  

Night birds screech

Hunker down for warmth

 

Dream the golden isle

Where life is warm and sweet

A jerking on our anchor rode

Alert danger mode

 

Ship passing in the night

Pull covers around ears

Sleep as the marina slumbers

Safe leave gate in dreams

 

Fog horn a distant moan

A diesel chugs alone

Radar distant warning

All`s well we have atoned

 

----  Eagle Cruagh