Ships they built here
and proud souls.
Fresh-finished the QE2 crowned these waters.
Mona rowed three hours for a view
even if it meant time off work
and the bosses worst frown.
Worth it and more for the sight
of bow and water
fused against Bute’s rise.

Gone they are but in factory snaps,
memory
and the odd crusty bolt
big as a shoe
washed back to shore.
Where hope hides under the jasper.

Kj20sept09
Kilchattan Bay, Bute