GladdingA Poem by NevilleCheck it out on YouTube or feel free to ask if interested ..Gladding
From
the cliff tops and harbour at
dawn or dusk we
may still be seen squatting and
gladding .. While
to my right, the Holms, both
steep and flat do rise .. Religiously with each new day and the tides .. Tho
always angry, vicious and cold
they be the
grey remnants of waves that
repeatedly spit, laugh and lap
at our ankles while
we squat here, like twats, on
our haunches .. Today
though, no more than a
handful of old Watchet lads armed
to the teeth tho’ with
terriers and stout sticks, go
poking and probing in eel pits, found
only around here-abouts .. Yes
here, tween the razor-edged rocks
and the out tide .. Some
still go gladding for conger with
nowt on their minds but
to fill, the kids bellies at supper .. © 2022 NevilleAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 25, 2022 Last Updated on November 25, 2022 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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