A fishing colony by the sea , just beside the beach .
A little street and left and right , five shanties each ,
and two more on the right hand side , they're abandoned though ,
the fishing colony by the sea I call Windchime Row .
Whenever I happen to be walking down that lane ,
I almost never ; fail to hear ; every now and then ,
the wind playing poet with the windchimes , and with many a gentle touch ,
composing so many wordless rhymes that speak just as much ,
as if a thousand songs were sung , but you have to have the ear ,
and the belief in your heart , only then you can hear ,
the poetry in the gusts of salty sea breeze , as they come and go ,
in the fishing colony by the sea I call Windchime Row.
