Cornish Holidays

The Cornish coast we went to find,
a holiday, to clear our minds.
Amidst the coves and rocky bays
we spent the summer’s longest days.

But lurking somewhere way on high
were clouds that darkened Cornish sky.
Then torrents fell from heaven above
and drenched the coves and bays we love.

With drumming sounds like little feet
it fell for days on our retreat
and rivers ran where once we played
while we all huddled there dismayed.

Then through a hole in sky like night
we thought we saw a glimmering light.
The sun I'm sure was still around
and trying to force back all our frowns.

Then at last the teeming ceased,
the earth dried up though slightly creased.
Our souls quite dampened by the storm
we took outdoors once more to warm.

A burning sun and gentle breeze
helped us recover from our siege
and soon our shouts of joy and glee
proclaimed our spirits all soared free.

Remember when in Cornish ways
the sound of splashing comes two ways,
it’s joyful when it’s lapping seas
accompanied by the sun and breeze.

But when it falls from heaven above
it floods your heart and saps your love
of Cornwall for the place to stay
when stuck there for your holiday!

Ivor G Davies
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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May 17, 2016 at 5:45 PM
Nice Ivor, I have camped in Wales, Derbyshire, Isle of Man, and a few other places, 2 weeks holiday, 1 week of rain, brings back the memories of when the rain stopped.
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