A Bit of Chat With Maid Lowenna Can she Dance Tha Flora by Joy Stevenson
Twuz cauld und raw und dimmitty Tha night Jaw `Awke cum round. We wuz scriffun round tha awld slab Twuddun night fun `orse nor `ound.
Category: Poetry
St Kea’s Boat by David Loveridge
A large block of granite, hollow on one side, lying on the banks of the River Fal for centuries was said to have been St.
Forgotten Heroes A Poem by E.M. Gardner with a drawing by Robbie
Cornwall is a special land, its men a special breed, By granite rocks and mighty seas their strength has been decreed, No fear will make
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