Category: Poetry

BYGONE DAYS by Les Rendell

Life wanders on, year in, year out, apaceAs melancholy haunts the backward gaze;But memory holds alive those years of graceOf Cornish childhood, golden bygone days.

DAY’S END by Les Rendell

‘Tes time to riddle out grate, mautherAn’ to maake us desh o’ tay,Fer be gwain up temberen ‘ill, mautherIn coose fer anawther day. ‘Twas ‘ansum,

CADGWITH COVE

On the extreme south coast of CornwallLies the picturesque Cadgwith CoveIt’s the home of fishermen’s familiesA very special treasure trove The fishing fleet is centralIt’s

Cruel Coppinger by Ian Marshall.

A ship lay off the Cornish coast one fearsome stormy night.She struck her bows upon the rocks and quickly sank from sight;But from the wreck

LANDSCAPE by Les Rendell

I gaze upon the granite moor and mark the summit of the tor;And all around the windswept green, changing hue to shades between.While over where