The fishing boats at dawn

The fishing boats like seeds on morning sea
Floated at a distance  from the shore
The sun’s rise right behind them, poetry

Standing at the window where we see
Ancient practice carried out once more
From fishing boats like seeds on morning sea

In the flowers  outside the window, honey bees
Murmur with the sea  like a small choir
The sun’s rise right behind them, poetry

The scent of  many roses rises free
While rusting in the beach one sees war’s wire
While fishing boats are seeds on morning sea

This  flat coast might give ships entry free
A  place for Nazi troops  and battles  dire
The sun so bright adds  insecurity

I fear that our lost Empire made us liars
Unconscious  of the hatred we inspired
The fishing boats  are seeds on morning sea
The sun may rise  behind them warily