Today I walked upon soft turf <br />Within a summers day <br />Where blue sky met blue sea <br />Midst pink green thrift <br />And travelled long a Cornish path <br />That wandered further than I thought <br />Steep climbs <br />First down <br />Then up I onward fought <br />To where I sat and watched <br />Wild seabirds <br />Wheel and cry <br />Beneath precipitous cliffs <br />O’er seas that rolled and crashed <br />On rocks <br />Thrown out like jagged fingers <br />Far beneath <br />Which <br />Like gigs <br />Did battle then with waves <br />For sport <br />To send white spume <br />To billow up <br />As sails <br />Set on a spar <br />Reminding me of ships <br />That sailed <br />The oceans <br />Wild and bleak <br />The taste of salt <br />A smell of tar <br />Then <br />Walking on <br />Enraptured deep <br />In these events <br />Eventually <br />I stopped <br />To catch my breath <br />And pausing <br />Watched <br />The sun <br />Sink slowly <br />In the West <br /> <br />Within <br />My spirit knew <br />That moment <br />Then <br />That even <br />Should I see <br />No more <br />No planet <br />Was <br />More beautiful <br />Than this <br />On which <br />We walk <br />Nor Man <br />More fortunate <br />To orbit <br />Such a star<br /><br />Egal Bohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cornish-path/
