Monday, 10 November 2008

A poem from Anne Wellings on the Teignmouth walk



Please click on poem for a more readable version.

David and Di have added a last verse:

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So hearty thanks we give from one and all

To First Great Western's transport of delight.

Sans leaves, sans waves, sans flood, sans mist or fog,

The strollers all got home before the night.


It was not at all like Keats' 1818 view of Devon while staying in Teignmouth - "a splashy, rainy, misty, snowy, foggy, haily, floody, muddy, slipshod County" ( in the Oxford Literary Guide to the British Isles.)