Sunday verse

Catching wild  herring off Whitby-

My husband went out with the tide

He felt nauseated

So they had him gold plated

And he stands up, as broad as he’s wide.

I went out  in a rowboat

The thunderstorm hit me so hard.

I flew into the air

I cried,I declare…..

Danger  should never be barred.

Stepping stones  in a wide river

Still  give me a childish delight.

Ambleside’s best

In all the North West.

I wish I could fly there tonight.