Home to all I know birthplace
one bird faces the sea one
the city stories to be told
washed up on the tide
along the coast Elegia after dark
listen to the sound of the sea
watch ships navigate the bay
a solitary light enough
the pull to the water ferry ride
in January mist a one sided love
Wellington Column view a rebuilt Empire
green of suburbs past Everton to Lancashire
I remember the seven hills
this is not Rome this is Liverpool