Precious Heritage. Poem by Fay Slimm
Precious Heritage.
Standing surrounded by turquoise-blue sea
Granite, stone upon stone forming strong walls
Which, towering upward, bedded yet free
From mortared restraint, such masonry calls
Across century's changes clarion clear,
Of unchanging craftsmanship, yet striven
In order for mining, year after year
To continue, without charity given.
Sightseers now peer to decipher names
Amid stones which hold mem'ries of men
Who laboured at building these bastion frames
Now weathered, wind-beaten, not knowing when
An Enforcement will order these ancient stones down.
Car-parking is planned for this side of town.
Those weathered stones have all been claimed the councilors gardens, they should be shamed! to be replaced by a white concrete shell the bells ring out the country's death knell so sad to see our country ruined, great poem Fay, regards Bob
When I think of all the beautifull times i have had in Cornwall, your work brings it all back love Chris 10x 10 x 10
Hello Fay, loved the poem and love that beautiful part of the world you all home... Andrew 10
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4/30/2024 10:38:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Super read Fay. Loved the ending. Sad story but so true. Everywhere this sort of thing is happening. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX