Friday 15th August 

The sun ascends 
A golden eye 
On Barril Beach 
Beneath the sky 
Near Santa Luzia 
Sands so bright 
Begins a day 
Of pure delight 

There's something strange 
A sight to see 
An anchor graveyard 
Beside the sea 
Where iron giants 
Rest in peace 
Their working days 
Finding release 

Old rusted hulks 
In silent rows 
A testament 
To where time goes 
Each tells a tale 
Of salty spray 
And ships that sailed 
On another day 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx