There they were,
in a long line,
staring at the sign
for the boat to the Isle.
.
With laughter in a queue,
as happy people do,
with many a smile
and a chuckle.
.
Ready to float,
on a tiny wee boat,
from Looe they’d sail
to the island;
.
and for an hour, nay two,
they’d wander fro and to,
in the sunshine’s rays,
along narrow meandering pathways,
on a small rock of land,
located in the bay of the twin towns of Looe.
.
A memorable day,
singing, ‘sail away, sail away, sail away’,
and back to the mainland, all too soon;
then toddle off home,
no more to roam,
by the light of the silvery moon.
