The Shores of Aberdeen

I look at the ocean,
Does it look back?
I see it clean the sand,
Does it see me making the footsteps?
The beauty and the clarity of the north sea,
Separated only by gold from the city.
A loving grandfather plays chase with a grandchild,
Just as the sea place chase with the seagulls.
A line of street lights stand guard,
Like tall green pillars,
Protecting the road by the sea,
From the dark of night.
Lists of boats lay in clusters,
Atop the flat blue water,
Aboard them crews are just stirring,
Ready to start earning.
All this can be seen,
By the shores of Aberdeen.