A CURNOW'S CORNWALL

My ancestors were from Cornwall
They rest in churchyards near.
I came to seek their stories
And a heritage held dear.
I walk beside their footsteps, along the rugged cliffs,
Above the crashing of the waves,
Among the golden gorse,
In awe of so much beauty,
As wind whistles 'round my ears.
The clouds make trails across the sky
In shades of grey and white.
The trees of green, the Scilla blue,
Make such a blessed sight.
Among the hedgerows of the fields,
Awash with green and gold,
Stone walls draw patterns o'er the hills
And across my Cornish heart.
Picture perfect villages with
Pubs of warmth and cheer,
Welcome all who come to sit
And savour Cornish beer.
Quaint cafes by the sea
Provide a welcome rest,
For those who come for tea and scones,
With jam and clotted cream.
I'm so glad to be in Cornwall
Where my ancestors lie so near.
The friendly Cornish people
And their beloved dogs and cats
Remain forever in my heart
In this place forever dear.