Cornish Coast
Waves crash against the cornish coast
Seagulls soaring above in flight
Round and round in circles they go
In search of food is their plight
Boats anchored in the harbour
Swaying to and fro
Protected shelter from the cove
When the wind doth blow
Cottages dotted on the hillside
Above the narrow streets
Aligned with quaint shops and cosy pubs
Where all the locals meet
Tired fishermen returning home
With their daily catch
Long day coming to an end
Release those wellies and woollen hats
~Lynne~
Tags: Poetry