Tom At Tintagel - Poem by Linda Bond
Don't lean over the edge Tom.
These ancient walls were built for arrows not boys to bounce.
The sucking, slurping tide will stretch and reach
with gravity in helpful tow.
But can't you feel the strongest pull of all?
Don't lean over the edge Tom
or the Dark Ages will get you.
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