By Scott Bailey © 2015 Shining silver line Whirling axes high on the hill The pride and strength Of the Saxon’s lands They had hammered back the sea Eaten up the road Crossed the kingdom wide With deeds of valour bold Unbeaten and unbowed How could they know This would be the day The kingdom was … Continue reading Conquered

Little Stone Church

By Scott Bailey © 2015   Little stone church Nestled on a hill Over looking the sea Watching over the harbour still The boats nestled cheek to cheek And those tossed on the waves The bell rings out a guiding peal Above the moss stained graves And every sailor on the deck Mouths a silent prayer … Continue reading Little Stone Church