4 of 7 in the Jemverse series ‘Shoreham again’
These cobbled lanes, a thousand years
Where countless souls have trod
This hallowed ground where now I walk
On sparkling dew-clad sod
This sleepy town, its flinted walls
Where fisherfolk resided
And the comfort that the parish church
Reliably provided
This history, this pleasure
Given by this place
I walk in now with privilege
A smile upon my face
©Jemverse
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