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?
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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.
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A line of street lights stand guard,
Like tall green pillars,
Protecting the road by the sea,
From the dark of night.
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Lists of boats lay in clusters,
Atop the flat blue water,
Aboard them crews are just stirring,
Ready to start earning.
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All this can be seen,
By the shores of Aberdeen.