In the wild little bay
Where the white horses play
There are three Tors
Stretching out along the shore
Climbers tackle the craggy face
Rock pools nestle at their base
Walkers admire the view
While seagulls wheel and mew
A 700 year old Keep
Overlooks the beach
Clamber down and ford the river
The tides are a danger so don't bring a bather.
©Kris Prevel
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