Ode To An Oyster
by April Lee of Wyke Regis

Oysters lying in the deep.
Bedded down beneath the Fleet.
Above salty waters swirl.
A special one may hold a pearl.
To open you is quite a knack.
Your known as an Aphrodisiac.
With my lemon I'll embellish.
Then swallow you with such great relish.
Cockles, Mussels and Prawns we trawl.
But this Oyster is the Queen of all.
You'r lifted out with great care.
To be presented at the Summer Fayre.
So if you want a Gourmets delight.
The well bred Oyster is born in Wyke.

The Abacus of God
by Michael Tod
(Son of Jack Tod, a builder of boats at Ferrybridge)

I stood upon the mighty Chesil Bank,
For mile on mile the sea churned pebbles ground.
Each stone a boulder was before it sank
But waves and time have made them pebbles round.
Each man is born a sharp and ragged stone,
Life knocks the corners off us all, until
Into our own appointed place we're thrown
With others, yet an individual.
Perhaps it is a cosmic counting frame,
Each pebble scores the life of one good man.
The Tally Roll of Heaven. In God's game
A marker for each one who kept to plan.
It wasn't just a shingle beach I trod,

I stood upon the ABACUS OF GOD