Durdle Door

From the safety of the cliff top hide
I watch the antics of the sail boat ride
Its follow my leader boys
And off they go - through the sea's roar
Straight on through the "durdle door". Some of us are bred to hack the coal
A thousand Ft. Below
Some are born to till the land
And watch the turnips grow
But "darzets" lads are born
To the sea
These boys waving showing
their skills to me.

by Tom W. Timms

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