My absence has been due to a holiday on the coastline of North Yorkshire. One of my favourite places on this world of ours. This little fishing village has an affect on me that few other places do. Not only do I adore that area, I also adore the folk that live there. It is becoming lost to a fierce holiday trade, that threatens it's very existence and this saddens me greatly. Few such places greet you with as warm a welcome. My goal is to live there, but until then I will share a few of the poems I have penned while there.
Northern Shore
This picture postcard place for me
Infringed in part by bountiful sea
Is not as you'd find on warmer shores
With it's Dog Loup there's so much more
Buxom women and men with pride
No effort in keeping their souls alive
To graft and fight to drag in a haul
Then heave it up the harbour walls
Man is man in this nautical land
It's mother's greet you with helping hands
Bairns are bonnie and a families heart
All moralled with their Northern start
To this rugged shore, to these rugged lands
I tip my hat and raise my hand
As each time I leave, I always find
A small piece of my remains behind
August 22, 2014.
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