Charlestown Port Polmear, picturesque, sitting at the head of the bay, Unchanged till Charles Rashleigh came along one day, he built a harbour, a gun battery, and the port leat, massive engineering, was no easy feat. Vessels sit at anchor, serene in the bay, berthing tomorrow to load copper and clay, copper…Continue Reading “Charlestown Port”
Gwennap Pit It’s the heart of the Methodist world Where John Wesley made his mark And as the people came to listen Something profound had made a start Let your light shine, were his words Miss no opportunity to do others good We would do well to just remember Were these sentiments understood?…Continue Reading “Gwennap Pit – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
Click on this audio link to listen as you read Shut that Stable Door – ZOOM0158 Or enjoy Bert reciting his poem on this YouTube clip from the Carols of the Roseland celebration at Truro Cathedral in December 2024 Shut that stable door! O God! Why, when I carved estuaries And heaved-up headlands and…Continue Reading “Shut that stable door! – A poem by Bert Biscoe”
A Cornishman’s view of war We wring our hands at the horrors of war but surely history tells us that warfare is a part of mankind’s psyche – there is an ever-present inevitability of conflict. As conscripts or volunteers, our Cornish “Tommies” took up their guns but sad to say their names joined those carved…Continue Reading “No Refuge – Just Refugees – A poem by Alan Murton”
In memory of Captain J S Harris By Thomas Roberts “A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and a loving favour rather than silver and gold.” Our good Captain Harris and friend is gone, To be with Christ his Lord; The fight is fought, the victory’s won, He’s gone to…Continue Reading “In memory of Captain J S Harris – a 19th century poem”
Stand here by the Sunday School, Beside the Scholars’ House, Where rubber plant and yellow hammer And pigeon speak in tongues. The river brings cold clay, Washed away, washed away, And careless ploughs rubbing tynes Like silent crickets in tasteless hay Mock the ornamental scythe Crucified in converted barns – Take a moment…Continue Reading “Old Bridge – a poem by Bert Biscoe”