A long thin finger of Cornish pride
Jutts from peninsular, stands apart
And quietly basks in minding
Its own serpentine beauty. Starting
With stone, red-stained and famously
Honed into smooth lizard-look gems,
The place exudes age-old peace. Plainly
Welcoming, each quaint shop knows when
To close, or beckon us in. Fringed
With the bluest of seas, Lizard's part
Of the coastline gets sun-singed
Then battered with storm, and smarting
From unshattered will, the locals
Fight back, until, ship-shape once more,
Each ancient cottage repaired, broken
Sea walls shored up good as before,
The Lizard smiles again. Departing,
I breathe freshest of air, and then
Leave this jewel at Cornwall's heart.
Ohh Fay..you have taken me back to years ago as a child with my Parents showing me this exact place...A lovely write thankyou for the memory... 10++....Sue
Having been a fan of the Cornwall Coast since my first and only visit in the sixties, and of the author since more recent times, this is very pleasant reading indeed. Of all the places on the coast it's Cornwall that I love the most, the weather though disturbs a tad: Tis cloudy, cold or simply bad, I sought the tropics and more sun hence tis Australia for this Hun. Hxx(one apo too many Fay)
A jewel in the Cornish crown the Atlantic ocean is her gown her rocky coast, and sheltered bays her views she breathtakingly displays I saw it through your eyes Fay, Bob
It's beautiful I agree Fay, wonderful views and timeless feel about it, even went in the lighthouse wonderful write.. Andy 10
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I would like to translate this poem
Ahhhh I just love it there - you made me 'other' homesick: -) Wonderful, descriptive & so appreciative in your poetry & your love of your world shines in your writing Fay. Great poem, Luv T