A poem about the noises that keep me up at night from the harbor I live by.
The fog horns sound
keeping me up
the gulls just
won't let me sleep.
The roaring waves
are my backyard
what ever the capture
they pull back and keep.
The noise
of the harbor
won't put me to sleep
it would rather see me lie there awake
The seagulls cry
bragging about treasures
that they have taken
and would surly keep.