A Tale of Two Harbours ©

You need to look at a compass,
each arrow points out
to a sea;
through a fisheye,
an ocean -
a tongue of land
where we can read
a world of men,
fishers, crofters, navigators,
wave wanderers;
in search of life
on greener shores...
They swapped a sail
for a few oars,
scout ravens flew out
to new cliffs;
they pulled their boats and kissed
the ground,
built a new home,
hope and beliefs.
Today
we still dig in the sand,
unearth our past,
look through
the sea,
where mother
wind once blew their sail,
always westwards,
as if to flee.