A Cornish Crumpet – A Village Childhood by Ruth Tremayne Netter
A poem by Ruth Tremayne Netter a Quintrell Downs’ “Maid”, as presented at the Toronto Cornish Association meeting of May 2012.There is a huge coincidence
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
Cornish Wayside Crosses by Michael Dundrow
Alongside many an ancient trackway Linking farm and hamlet, village and town Through all the length and breadth of Cornwall You can find them still
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.
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