Listen to this
poem here read by Stanley Bruce
Another ship is now complete,
Her crew has boarded, and she’s sailed away,
Our Outfitting Quay is once again empty,
And it feels like doomsday.
After sitting here for many months,
Now there’s nothing here to see,
Nothing here to work on,
Another ship, another memory.
No welding pots on the quayside,
No mooring ropes to secure,
No gangway to rise up and down with the tide,
No inclement weather to endure.
I look down at the water,
A big empty space,
And I look across the river,
With a sad looking face.
What an anti-climax,
It’ll be quiet now for a while,
Until the next ship slides down the launch-ways,
And gives me a great big smile.