In reply to CJD:
One fine august day as I was making my way
along the hardship troubled streets of staithes
i saw the seagulls flying in the clear northern sky
heard the shifting chorus of the waves
as staithes looked so fair in the clear morning air
sea mist seeming to fragment with specks of light
and on the sea wall though the mists lifting pawl?
an old man sitting there came into sight
well we sat side by side until the turning of the tide
but not the smallest craft put out to sea
and as the water receded still unheeded lay the boats
the pots and nets collected on the quay
I asked him the reason why no boats put to sea
he looked long and thoughtfully at me
and then with a sigh he said you might well wonder why
for who'd have thought such things could ever be