That Cornish Beach Poem by Delia Marheineke
That Cornish Beach
/WHEN
In my hand I hold
A warm smooth stone.
Do you recall?
When we picked up stones
And gave them to each other
To hurl across that Cornish Beach...
We wandered happily -
Along the sun warmed
Perran sands;
We laughed and played - splashed our feet
Into the rushing tide -
Above us - the cloudless sky - pale and vast...
Swept across the barren sunlit bay;
But now I walk alone
On life's lonely shore.
Can you catch - on the sea breeze
The siren's lilting melody?
Enticing me
enticing me -
Fierce -
The Atlantic ocean's
Distant roar.
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2/26/2026 2:11:01 PM # 1.0.0
Please PoemHunter could you kindly delete the line space between the eighth and ninth line, and put one instead between the sixth and seventh line, I can't see a way to amend it myself. Best Wishes from Delia.