Down an alleyway in York

There’s a line of graffiti that reads:

AH GOOD THE SEA

(all capitalised, it is, and punctuation-free).

 

Nobody knows who wrote it

Or how it came to be,

But I walked past it for ten years daily

And now it’s a part of me.

 

Still now, a hundred years later,

When I get home from a long day of doing,

I sit down with a cup of tea

And though I’m a million miles from the seaside

I think: AH GOOD THE SEA.