Trade Winds by John Masefield.

• Trade Winds

• IN the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,
• Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees,
• And day-long, night-long, the cool and pleasant breeze
• Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.
• There is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale,
• The shuffle of the dancers, the old salt's tale,
• The squeaking fiddle, and the soughing in the sail
• Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.
• And o' nights there's fire-flies and the yellow moon,
• And in the ghostly palm-trees the sleepy tune
• Of the quiet voice calling me, the long low croon
• Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.
• John Masefield
• Note: I heard this poem mentioned on the Chef Rick Steins' T.V., programme Weekend Away to Cadiz. I did a google search and found it. It reminds me of holidays in Spain.