She sits alone on a silent sea, anchored in the bay
No lights at night, a derelict, not loved in any way
She swings at anchor on every tide, starboard through to port
And rides the waves, like a well trained horse, like she has been taught
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Bob this is a breathtaking piece of narrative - - it is lit by your ability to take the reader into the scene and rhymed with care it leaves us with a sad memory of the African Queen being destoyed by the storm...... a vivid and unforgettable picture penned with your usual poetic fluency - - - more than 10 from Fay