CORNISH WINDS.


Wheel House,
Tin Mine,
And Stacks,
Have you seen Mermaid, Cavern, and Pirates?
    Billow,

Along the Cornish Coast,
Where Children play,
Amongst the Rock pools, and Molasses,
And the Tidal Times cover the Sands,

Above the sheer grey Face,
Camper lay,
Amid the Surf,
Horses Prancing,
Portraits of Men,
Saving Face,
Mending the Nets, in spite their thoughts,

Wheel House,
Tin Mine
And Stacks.
On to Looe,
St.Ives,
And Boscastle breeze,
Where Witches sneeze,
Oh Cornish delights,
Of Pasties 'n' Cream,  
Have run to their end,
Saying Goodbye,
To Telawny's   Men.