Your rocky shores rise steeply up rounded cliffy heights, your gannets cries quite greedy, calling for sea food delights.
Your beaches scoured with clear water, eroding glass mixed amongst the stones, your old defences relentless falter, past piers are stripped like bones.
Your red brick winded road meanders up and round; your proud loved, ancient island abode, with wind blown fish rich surround.
Your boats and ships move busily about, ferrying folks to and fro; your central modern church stands out, ferries inviting one to go.
Your bobbing seals watch on, the calm and happy bustle; your ducks and geese quack along their busy sea life hustle.
Your car less, bike less paradise where visitors and islanders walk shops gently beckon; “tax free price” around tables filled with talk.
Your single path, quite circular a gentle stroll within a day for even an old slow rambler To easily find your way.
