Category: Poetry

Some Cornish Poetry

Cornish Trawlers by Mark Snell Why do the Cornish beamers Spend so much time at sea? Hardly setting foot in port these days To see

The Wrecker by Neville Paddy

Customs man with his musket primed, Death within his curled finger, No mercy given within his aim, On a wrecker who dared to linger, Fired