Prompted by a walk a few days ago to Corbiere....
The Light and the Dark
Foam streaked rocks, a wind is rising
The lighthouse beckons, an old friend
And across we step, slowly walking
To our destination, journey's end
Once waves rising with such speed
Vistors, returning, caught by the sea
Peter Larbaliester came to their need
And drowned. Let this a warning be!
Light washing across the darkling way
The gulls wheeling, with plaintive cries
Shadows on the waters, glimpse today
Hear those so lost, their desperate sighs
To the lighthouse, along the ancient way
With due respect to those who died that day
1917: Cliément d'Caen et ses patates (2) - Siette et fîn dé ch't' histouaithe. *The conclusion of this story.* *(Siette et fîn)* - Eh bein sé-m'n'âge! se fit Cliément, eh bein sé-m'n'âge! - Et le v...
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