10. Shingle Street

This is no place of golden dreams
But heads down no nonsense worth
These people have subsumed extremes
And trust not man or earth

When all you see is shingle stone
That heeds not man or sense
You turn inwards you live alone
And build your own defence

Moving all the while
The drift beneath your feet
Years are measured out in yards
In Shingle Street

The wind will howl your father’s name
As it will name your son
Each generation wants the same
Not to be the last one

Moving all the while
The drift beneath your feet
Years are measured out in yards
In Shingle Street
Moving all the while
The restless murmured beat
Look inward onward friend
In Shingle Street

The shingle may be closing in
And the world has turned its back
But all you need is kith and kin
And never feel the lack