Southampton

Southampton, where the Solent sighs,
A harbour town of steel and tide.
From ancient Bargate’s stone‑crowned walls
To modern quays where liners glide.

The Old Town whispers cobbled tales,
Of Pilgrim Fathers, wartime grit,
While fish‑and‑chip aromas swirl
With salty breezes that befits.

St. Mary’s spire points skyward still,
Above the bustling, busy marts,
And in the parks the children laugh
Beneath the chestnut’s autumn hearts.

Night falls, the neon lights reflect
Upon the water’s dark‑blue sheen,
A city proud, yet humble‑hearted,
Where every tide writes its own scene.