Category: Poems
Morwenstow Church- A poem by Ruth
There’s a Church in northern CornwallWhere an eccentric used to roamHe was the vicar and a poetMorwenstow Church became his home Reverend Hawker was this
Newquay – a poem by Ruth
NEWQUAY REMEMBERED Renowned for cliffs and beachesA seaside town with natural charmAnd on the outskirt village hamletsWith cows, horses and a farm There were tourists
Morwenstow Church
There’s a Church in northern CornwallWhere an eccentric used to roamHe was the vicar and a poetMorwenstow Church became his home Reverend Hawker was this
Scotland
What to say about ScotlandWith lochs and mountains highIt’s spectacular in the autumnThe trees, the clouds, the sky There are rapids round each cornerAnd the
Lanyon Quoit
As you drive southeast of MorvahLanyon Quoit seems to appearIt’s a portal tomb or dolmenIn a field, just standing clear At first it looks quite
Penberth Cove
It’s a hidden gem in CornwallRight off the beaten trackA small hamlet still survives thereBut its history takes you back Once a thriving pilchard industryNow