
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


















































































