Penberth Cove It’s a hidden gem in Cornwall Right off the beaten track A small hamlet still survives there But its history takes you back Once a thriving pilchard industry Now a single fishing boat Finding mackerel, lobster, crab Keeps the fishing cove afloat A granite cobblestone slipway Is a feature somewhat rare At…Continue Reading “Penberth Cove – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
(photo: Terry Harry) Botallack When you gaze out to sea at Botallack You’re transported back in time As you stand on top of the cliffside And look down on the remains of the Mine The two most iconic of buildings Are set low on the edge of the sea The Mine stretches out under…Continue Reading “Botallack – A Poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
Gwennap Pit It’s the heart of the Methodist world Where John Wesley made his mark And as the people came to listen Something profound had made a start Let your light shine, were his words Miss no opportunity to do others good We would do well to just remember Were these sentiments understood?…Continue Reading “Gwennap Pit – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
There’s a Church in northern Cornwall Where an eccentric used to roam He was the vicar and a poet Morwenstow Church became his home Reverend Hawker was this cleric He wrote poetic sermons in his hut Made out of driftwood from the seashore From shipwrecked vessels out of luck With a service of thanksgiving And…Continue Reading “Morwenstow Church – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
Golitha Falls An autumn walk to cherish The colours inspire awe The River Fowey is flowing Like you’ve never seen before Draynes Wood is the beginning As the paths wind through the trees Where roots form stepping stones And moss and lichen frame the leaves You hear the rapids singing As you skirt the…Continue Reading “Golitha Falls by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
A Village Childhood by Ruth Tremayne An aerial view in the 1960s Surfboards and sunsets And pasties for lunch With mackerel and ice cream And flowers by the bunch The hedges were high And morals to match Roosters and chickens With eggs that would hatch There were horses and rabbits And sermons galore…Continue Reading “A Village Childhood by Ruth Tremayne Harry”