Poetry

Together they sit in the eventide, A mongrel dog by his master’s side, Both of them bowed by the weight of years. A trembling hand strokes the silky ears; Brown…

This I have always longed to do The sea said, as the spring wind blew – There is a house on Gansey Bay; Would I carry her away! A little…

I love my little Isle, I do. Its purple heathers, its sea of blue. Its hills of green its mellow sands, its ancient bones its hallowed lands. © Bernadette Weyde;…

“It was not with his sword he kept her, nor his arrow, nor his bow, but when he would see the ships coming, he hid her right round with a…

I can hear the fairies calling from the meadows far away, Where the daffodils are gleaming through a veil of misty grey, In the magic of the morning, when the…

“Have you ever seen seven kingdoms all in one day?” “Seven kingdoms?” says you, “Aw – get away!” “It’s true as I’m breathing, not a lie do I tell, Now…

Water is silver, but wine it is gold, So give it me mellow, bright, pure and old; I mind not its clime, be it Xeres or Cape, So ’tis honest…

Ay! the farmhouse is shuttered an’ empty, An’ the wans that lived theer is all gone; No smook from the chimley goes curlin’, For the days o’ that li’l crof’…