Saturday 14th September 

Driving along the coast road 
Steady and slow 
As it snakes down to Zennor 
Where the wild winds blow 

A landscape of granite 
Rugged and bare 
Holding stories of time 
In the salt-laden air 

Green fields stretch wide 
Grazed by the breeze 
Cloaked in a calm 
That whispers through trees 

Billowing clouds roll 
Across the sky
Casting shadows 
Where the hillsides lie 

Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx