Poem By Lucy Burrow
Reaching downward to the sea
Enclosed in leafy hide
Stand cottages of fishermen
Lost upon the tide.
Their empty rooms
Now filled with leaf
And crumbling walls
Fallen rooves of slate and stone
Lying empty - Owners gone!
Untouched since then 'cept by the few
Who go seeking adventures new
And, mystified by tales of yore
Imagine them to life once more......
Further down on narrow beach
Lies a refuge, dark within
Safe above the tidal reach
Where smugglers hid their Rum & Gin.
Now, steal across the sands of time!
The only treasures - shells and sand
Or driftwood, telling tales of wrecks
- And casks - empty of contriband.
Then now, today, the few who come
To holiday away from home
Will view this whisper of our past
May weary souls find rest at last.