Neil Davey

South

To the south, as Waulkmill’s tides retreat,
Shadows drift between now and then—
Voices woven into stone and blade,
Echoing movement, uncertainty, and change.

Grains of sand carry the island’s tale—
A story of history, community, and progress entwined.
Where journeys converge, resilient still,
Refined by the passage of time.

A traditional scene beside one in motion,
Dissolving into a shared vision.
Yet in this place, shaping its own evolution—
Can you hear them talk about a just transition?