The strong morning tide, flows steadily in,
I wish I had stayed in bed!
I can't feel my toes, my fingers are numb,
And my nose is a bright shade of red!
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A lovely poem about fishing. I walk my dog around a lake in Swansea twice a day & I see fishermen sitting all daywaiting for a catch. A lovely write that rhymes well.
We have had some good times down in Porthcawl! Haven't bee for a while now though. Thanks, glad you like it!