A Cornish Homecoming

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

The Wedding Poem by Ruth

Wedding Day We never saw it comingA new relationship has emergedOn separate continents we livedWe reconnected, something stirred All those years ago we metAnd went