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.