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

 
















 

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