Come, take a walk with me in beautiful South Devon - starting high above Kingswear and following the track that leads down to the coast and the estuary of the River Dart where the Mewstone Rock lies opposite the 

old wartime coastal defences.  Let your mind float free in the air, unencumbered by four walls  Walk along

as often as you please.


Near Kingswear Town there stands a tree

That stands alone and waits for me

To take the track back to the sea

The way down by the Mewstone.


Past the beacon in the corn

Built for every seaman born

To the works of war forlorn

At bay down by the Mewstone.


Above the rocks...beneath the pine

Lookouts lost in leaf and vine

Still staring out in dark design

Decay down by the Mewstone.


When life and living make no sense

And all I care for gives offence

I do not fret but get me hence

To stray down by the Mewstone.


And when I walk that winding lane

Towards the sea beyond the grain

I find my peace of mind again

And pray down  by the Mewstone.


The fields my church...the wind my choir

The sky above a mighty spire

That soars and draws my spirit higher

Each day down by the Mewstone.



◄ FAT CHANCE (or "Only in America")



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M.C. Newberry

Tue 19th May 2020 16:12

Thank you, one and all. It is reward enough that the lines resonate
so positively...even more so when so many of us are "incarcerated"
by domestic circumstances at this time and our freedom is that
provided by the imagination. By way of background - this walk can
be seen on YouTube videos of Kingswear and the Daymark (the "beacon" in my poem) a local landmark. I have a vested interest
insofar that my late eldest sister saw service at the "works of war"
referred to before she eventually left the UK to marry an injured
US Army officer and live the rest of her life in Louisiana USA.
Although I seem unable to upload my folk song version here, those who are
interested can find it as the 3rd item down
under "Audio" on my WOL profile page.

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Greg Freeman

Tue 19th May 2020 15:57

Excellent poem, MC. I concur with John. And thought at once of Thomas Hardy.

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Tue 19th May 2020 15:48

I second that John

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John Coopey

Tue 19th May 2020 15:28

Magnificent, MC. Quite possibly the finest you’ve ever written, You are a beacon of quality on this site.


Tue 19th May 2020 09:58

When life and living make no sense

And all I care for gives offence

I do not fret but get me hence

To stray down by the Mewstone

Beautiful words!!!!

I've seen WOL grow in past 8 years. Although I had never been so regular, but we still have some class poetry of high standards. Thanks to poets like you who have enriched the site with beautifully woven thoughts

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Mon 18th May 2020 23:10

M.C Your poem is indeed music to my ears.

This is truly a magical poem, my old friend.

Wit you every step of the way.

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 18th May 2020 14:42

A pity but this site won't accept the song link despite its appearance
in the "Audio/Browse" box shown....not for want of trying! 😧 Odd because the same link has been used successfully to send the
material via email.

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