Port Throb lyrics

Sitting atop an ochre bollard

Its hub for securing the lines

Those of the moored-in ships

That pass this way everyday

The waters lap in uniformity

Upon the pier's spalled concretion

The steady beat of life's rhythm

Beating slow or fast, always there

The passing of tugs surging on

Rollers born from calm seas

They escort the freighters by

A burst of rippled, crested waves

The watches stand the decks

Watching the land give way

Fading to a blue horizon met

The sea and sky, paired planes

The rhythmic lapping lulling

Perched atop a lone bollard

The water's pulse beats below

Its song the flow of life's rhythm