Mullins Yard
Where are they now
Them
Old Parrett Flatner’s
Those workhorse
Those wetlands
Those one-time
Wooden wonders
Where are they now
Those
Flat bottomed old
Scull oared
Those withy them
Turf boats each tied
Tell me
Where are they now
Damn these
Tired eyes of mine
Have no fear
They be
Ever so near sir
Both the toll and the
Ferry men cried
Look right there
Next the fallow
By the stony heaped
Long barrow
Down in the meadow
By Old Mullins Yard
Tis there over yonder
In the shallows
Sleeping soundly
Tween the milk thistle
And sedge n fine
Somerset willow
Tis there lies the last
Of them old
Parrett Flatner’s
Moored n dry docked
In Old Mullins Yard