Can I add this, because Portsmouth and Gosport are (it seems here at least) widely considered The Grimmest Place in the South. I wrote this years ago as part of a poetry project and it may be the only sonnet (albeit an experimental ABCDEFG ABCDEFG scheme of my own devise) ever written to Portsmouth.
Standing up here, I can see for miles!
Spread below, the land where I was born,
Mostly built now except here and there.
Patch of Green reclining in the breeze.
Far off island glinting in the sun,
Deep heavenly sky meets deeper blue -
Sea that fills the edges of my home.
On a boat returning to the isle,
Grey clouds racing over winter's dawn.
On my cheeks the salty, stinging air
Blowing me in, over deep black seas.
Far off rises from the horizon
That bright white cliff, ugly smile but true,
Calling ''Welcome back'' across the foam.