4 March 2013
P lace where I will always belong,
O ur town where I can do no wrong.
R ights of passage in teenage kicks,
T ime stands still in aged bricks.
R eturning to sea with adult eyes,
U nmasked, a peek behind the lies.
S ilent farewell to my child's seaside,
H ome where my heart, not I resides.
The Port • Opuss № I