On sure foot step I wander,
the Cornish cliffs so high.
With baited breath my eyes espy,
secluded coves, where gulls fly by.
Waves crash to land, o'er jagged rocks,
sheer cliffs give way to sand.
Pleasure seekers and fishermen
take life in their own hands.
Windblown hair whips salt kissed face,
all senses are aroused.
No room for stress or tension
not in this special place,
give thanks to Mother nature
in all her worldly grace.
For all that she created
is there for me to see,
The beauty of the Cornish coast
my home beside the sea.
I languish in my privilege
a smile upturns my lips.
A warmth does glow around my heart,
my broken soul feels fixed.
I love the magic moments
that Kernow gives to me,
there's nowhere else quite like it
my only place to be.