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
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