A very windy day out at Grosnez Castle was the inspiration for this Saturday poem:
On the Edge
On Grosnez Castle, a cold wind blows
And on the edge, you stand, my dear
Framed in the archway, there you pose
So close to the edge, the cliffs so near
The granite rocks, now ruined stones
All that is left, the proud stronghold
The cold wind freezes to the bones
And you stand there, so very bold
Once sounded out the clarion call
Invasion meant seek refuge here
Stone fortress, where sheer cliffs fall
But on the edge, you stand, no fear
The North Wind blowing across the bay
And you stand there, far above the spray
Café
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Drop-in Jèrriais chat today 1-1.50pm at Santander Work Café (upstairs in *LISBON
*room)
6 days ago
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