Cornwall
I await with bated breath to stand on the shores
The land where my mother's last name bores
To watch a blade of grass that he may have sowed
Or watch the waves crest on the among the crowd
To visit the place that he docked
That long voyage to start where he rocked
Distant clouds the ones I see
They may have been the same ones that set him free
I'll never meet the man that started it all
But I'll feel his presence all around home in Cornwall
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