Thursday, 4 March 2010
A DAY BY THE EXE
These verses by 'NN' of Lympstone were first published in the Exmouth Journal 0f 5th September 1925.
One fine day we resting lay
At noontide by the Exe,
A paradise which Nature
In lovely garb bedecks.
The bullfinch red sang overhead.
The sky of blue serene
With honeysuckle bright was hid,
A glorious scented scene.
Bathers in sunlit waters lazed.
A cool breeze murmured by.
The seagulls with their snowy breasts
Were wheeling in the sky.
Within our view the rich red cliffs
Of such tremendous height.
When the golden sun is sinking
'Tis such a wondrous sight.
The brilliance of the sunset sky
merges to glowing red.
The Lympstone fishing fleet sails out
Seeking for daily bread.
O but 'twas a glorious sight
For any eye to see,
The variegated boats and sails
All dancing on the sea.
So if you want to come and stay
Where hearts are blithe and free
You couldn't choose a better place
Than Exmouth by the sea.
Who was this NN? A young Norton perhaps. He or she, my bet is on she, did well. 'The seagulls with their snowy breasts' could be Yeats. Let's hope that the Lympstone fishing fleet came home with some bread.