Cornwall Explored

Coastline, rocky, rugged, proud, Crumbling cliffs in ozone shroud, Sun-kissed drifts of desert sand, Golden frame of a sea cradled land. Fishing village, atmospheric hub, Brass band playing, outside quaint old pub, Boats, all sizes, rest near harbour wall, Wading birds sift through tide-filled pool. Foliage explosion of a Cornish hedge, Country lanes snake, and young birds fledge, Ruminants, punctuating, quilted hill, Buzzards soar and wise hares are still. Tin mine engine house, towering stack, Roof caved in, gorse and bracken’s back, White clay peak, geometrical and sleek, Earth’s riches gouged, canyon deep. Moor-land, open, untamed, granite strewn, Wild ponies dance to a skylark’s tune, Tor and beacon, barrow and mound, You’re in God’s own country, When you walk this ground.