The spell of Cornish hills
The Celtic Sea hugs the cliffs of Cornwall exposing its secret shades of blue The morning sun flushes Cornwall with a fresh spell of life Poems of ancient miners still rhyme around the chimneys strewn on the gorgeous Cornish hills A lonely seal pup dances in the froth of the playful sea The solitary run to and from the lighthouse invigorates me Life’s waves are like Cornish hills The crest ahead hides the one behind We climb, rest, and set forth through the mist of the past The next crest’s yawn dwarfs our ego Yet, accomplished, we set forth