Lighthouse at Happisburgh
Beacon in a turnip field
Warns
Of storms
And danger
On the sands
No rocks here
Just crumbling
Cliff and beach
Since the Ice Age
A village that fears
The forces of nature
Over two hundred years
Of refracted light and fierce
Storms battering the staunch tower
All the while the sea advances closer
To engulf a vulnerable ancient settlement
writing in north norfolk 