Come to the refuge;
Shelter for a fortnight
Then stay awhile,
Come walk with me.
Free on the cliffs;
Where fern and egg-yolk flowered
Gorse never smelled
so sweet.
Where gulls screak;
Carefree, joyous
Shouts, as they wheel
High above our fears
And human concerns.
Stephen A. Roberts
Image below: © Guernsey Press - 27/4/21
