ESTAURY SPEAK.
                                
Taw and Torridge,
Flow,
Estuary Speak,
When Gulls cry,
Red Sails  in the Sun set.
For  Tarka,
You Fishers of Men,
Fishers  of Men,
Mending your Nets  in spite of
          Your thoughts,
 
St. Mary’s chime,
And with it the time,
Carrying toward the dunes,
Far to Sea,
Far to Sea,
For the Mist  crept in,
Like  gossiping tongues,
Over Ursher Street,
Weighing Anchor,
Speaking of Ships,
Under  Herringbone Skies,
Herringbone Skies.
 
Life is old here,
on
Estuary Speak,
Is a Life Boat, bob, bob, bobbing tide,
Swaying  to the Rhythmic Song,             
Of Moon ‘n’ Tide,
Moon ‘n’ Tide,                                         
Smiling down,  ‘n’ full of Face,
And made of Cheese,      
       Made of Cheese.