(a Tyburn Poem)
Lifting,
sifting,
drifting,
shifting.
Caressed by Sea’s lifting, sifting hands,
sleep the beaches’ drifting, shifting sands.
A Tyburn Poem = 6 rhyming lines of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables. First four lines rhyme, last two lines rhyme and contain the first four lines in 5th through 8th syllables.
We went to Aldeburgh for the day
with a coach full of silver walkers,
although I really have to say
some were also very good talkers!
We walked for miles through fields and woods
and we didn’t even need our brollies!
We never needed to put up our hoods
like we have done on our other jollies.
Lynmouth
Lynmouth’s a place you might like to stop at on the way home from Cornwall,
to buy some nice holiday presents to take home in case you’ve forgotten them all.
But it’s also such a magical place, you’ll just have to see it again,
but leave enough time for you to go for a ride on the funicular train,
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Harry sat on a stone wall at the side of the river Lyn, remembering the first time he had sat here. It had been August 1952, just before the devastating floods. That was over half a century ago, when he was on honeymoon with his beloved wife, Sally.
