Make And Break Harbour
Sunday, June 26th, 2011
How still lies the bay, in the light western airs
Which blow from the crimson horizon
Once more we tack home, with a dry empty hold
Saving gas with the breezes so fair
She’s a kindly cape islander, old but still sound
But so lost in the long liner’s shadow
Make and Break and make do, but the fish are so few
That she...





























































