AN ISLAND IN A SEA OF GREEN.
 
 
Blood has run Deep,
Through the  veins
Of this long forgotten area,
Like  a  beating Heart,
Where Moor and gossiping Towns Folk 
                         Meet,
In  The Squares and market places,
In this place what we now call home ,,
Just as in Ancient of days…
Under the morbid Devon Skies,
                         Of St.Peters
 
Where the Stars may shine,
And  The Bibles are certainly big ’n’ black  
In the company of Brethern
Maiden Arches three,
Carrying their memories 
                   Afar,                                   ;
 
Past wind blown Sands,
And Borrows
Once where Tarka played,
Pounds the roaring sea,
Just as money spills over.