Sit and ponder of past years,
Town of historic charm so famous,
Glorious, beautiful, beautiful Portland - so very true,
On the ocean, the waves roll to the milky shore,
Weathered fishermen feel the sea spray on their
loved faces,
Let us walk the tranquil, bleached beaches,
The local band’s music echoed for miles,
Mechanics’ Hall, many smiles,
Men standing near the inside doors,
Shy young maidens sitting on-site,
Loudspeaker: “Ladies’ choice!”
Never-ending memories,
The last waltz and anthem,
Again let us walk the shores,
Crashing waves stampede against the rocks,
Salty breath everywhere,
Breeze kisses the faces of many,
Let us walk the tranquil beaches,
Thinking of past years.
© Yvonne Matheson
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