It rains a lot in Cornwall, and the wind is blustery too

There is mud from one end to the other, we all know that is true

I have walked the coastal paths with unsteady, slippery gait

Avoiding rain filled puddles and trying not to skate

I have walked on misty mornings where the view is just a peek

A promise of what’s to come, a beauty quite unique

The rolling greenness of the hills, the birdsong overhead

The bluebells glowing in the woods, the badgers all abed

The glorious blue of a sun-soaked sea, surfers in the rain

The villages seeped in history, many secrets they retain

The raucous call of the seagull, the glimpse of a hunting seal

The thorny scratch of a blackberry bush,  the berry’s juicy appeal

I have seen the buzzard overhead, coasting by easily

I have watched the tall ships sailing by, flying by breezily

I recall the ghosts of previous walks, companions now long gone

The chat, the laughter, the wonder shared, I never feel alone

Cause they are with me on the coastal path, we are never apart

We walk together companionably, in the centre of my heart