Tynemouth Priory Poem by Paul Reed

The tide crashes against the harbour wall
With it's thunderous venom, thump and roar

The grass is trodden underfoot
Amongst a million feet that have passed before

Whichever year, with it's woes and cares
Wrapped around you with it's ageing hands

Has not seen this sunny headland
Has not seen these pleasant lands

For if it had, and opened it's eyes
Comfort would form a bed for it's weary limbs

And the memory of the sun would endure
As the daylight slowly dims.