"The sea washes away all ills of Men",
No truer words than from the mighty pen
Of Euripides have ever been spoken
Hung proudly above the door as token
On Laston House o'erlooking the harbour
Of beautiful Tenby where boats on departure
Set sail to explore the seas uncharted.
In the harsh of winter I wonder the shore
Of North beach, soaking in the cure
Of the blustering South-Westerly winds
And the white tooth waves undisciplined
Pouncing as a foaming tiger on Goscar Rock
With the force of a rising tide at 9 o'clock
As the sleep-eyed sun in vain will mock.
The rains of spring bring stormy showers
That nourish and nurture all of the flowers
Adorned to every pub and lamppost
The pride and joy of town, they boast
As judges judge Tenby in Bloom
Pollen fills every street, every room,
And so long-gone is the winter gloom.
The summer season brings seas of tourists,
Or grockles as the locals call it,
Soaking up the glory on Castle beach
Where the sun, sand and sea stretch and reach
As far as the eye can see, shadowed by
St.Catherines island towering high
And Caldey nestled between sea and sky.
In fall the falling leaves from the trees
Of St.Mary's church flutter in the breeze
And gracefully lie upon the cobblestone
Roads and side streets where they are blown
With their explosion of orange and red
Into the hearts of all who said
That they prefer Tenby in fall instead.
Discounting the seasons it seems to be
That no matter when I return to thee
Tenby, my saving grace, my home
From which I cannot too far roam
The ailments of my mind again
You've washed away; it must be then
That "the Sea washes away all ills of Men".
