Showing posts with label Cornwall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cornwall. Show all posts

Speeding Through Cornwall

Speeding through Cornwall
on the G-W-R
warm and comfortable
and quite near the bar!

Stations we stop at
some we fly through
wind turbines spinning
powering the view

Woods, estuaries 
a church with a steple
the back garden views
and roads full of people

Ponies in paddocks
sheltering in hedges
sheep in the fields
with trees 'round the edges

Viaducts and bridges
branchlines that go
to seaside destinations
with names that you know

Passengers baggage
cases on wheels
dogs in their harnesses
and women in their heels

Staring at mobile screens
tapping away
checking connections 
for the rest of the day

Speeding - no wait!
this stop wasn't planned
an announcement about something
I don't understand 

Dam and blast!
now this just won't do!

...so pour me another 
I'm getting sick of this view!









Cornwall A Land Which Haunts Your Very Soul

Cornwall
a rugged peninsula 
a fiercely independent people
its language 
its myths and legends 
its industries and religions
...Cornwall
a land of its people

Cornwall 
a misty land of gales and wind-farms 
twisted hedgerows and contorted trees
weekend sailors and professional surfers
...Cornwall
a land of sea and sky

Cornwall
an ancient land
of grey slate hung farmhouses 
monuments and stone built churches
structures built to last
...Cornwall
a land of resilience 

Cornwall
a land to fire up your creativity 
poets and artists
betjeman and langley
trebetherick and the newlyn school
...Cornwall
a land of inspiration 

and a land of verdant beauty
moorland peaks and sandy beaches
open vistas and heather verges
fishing ports and river inlets 
of craggy cliffs rising from the sea

...Cornwall
a land which haunts your very soul


Cornwall


A jutting peninsula; wild and free,
a land of sun and sky and sea.
The sea its bounty plundered deep,
the land its crops its cattle, sheep.
The sea that shaped this Celtic land,
its weather lent a helping hand.

Its rain makes trees and crops to grow,
makes fields of green
and rivers flow.

Wind; the trees and shrubs to bend,
the giant wind farms power to send,
and endless waves to rocky shore,
crashing so with mighty roar!

For its sun the tourists throng,
to beaches golden, wide and long.
The fruit to ripen; buds to burst,
the harvest gathered; slake a thirst.

Come the winter months be found
its snow and ice piercing the ground,
tops its moors and strips the land,
Cornwall slumbers in its hand...

...till spring through winters darkness cheers,
and Cornwall wakes and reappears!











(Haiku)

The land falls into
the sea añd is devoured
by the waves - Cornwall