The famous poet John Betjeman his bones are at rest forever more <br />Far from the coastal lands he glorified of the wind swept Cornish shore <br />On windy and sunny days he sat on the cliffs and watched the wild waves dance <br />All of the way from Cornwall to the Islands close to France. <br /> <br />England's late Poet Laureate had a love affair with Cornwall <br />And of his great poems of the Cornish coast fond memories I recall <br />And thanks to him I too fell in love with Cornwall though in that landscape I had never been <br />And I can only visualize and regret the beauty I had missed and would have seen <br /> <br />I still can visualize the marvellous word smith on a Cornish cliff looking out on the sea <br />And true to his genius he took in the wild beauty and wrote it down in beautiful poetry <br />The wild Atlantic waves against the fore shore splashing was blowing up the sea spray in his face <br />And it would not take a genius to work it out why one like him should fall in love with such a place. <br /> <br />John Betjeman the poet who fell for Cornwall's beauty a beauty that in verse he glorified <br />And the Cornish fields he wrote of in his verses by poetry lovers is still read Worldwide <br />And though the great poet's bones are resting elsewhere his soul in the green coastal fields remain <br />And some where on those cliffs his ghost is standing watching the waves that dance to France again.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-betjeman-s-cornwall/
