PORTHCURNO.

The Sea, the Sea o it calls to me as a friend with news of an incoming voyage,
it seeks, it crashes the land I so love, taking all in it's path with a arching splash,
and a slow retreating draw.

The sea, the sea beckons the high Gannet dive, the blanket of fret conceals no prey
from this spear with hungry young, beake's wide.I dream the gentle drift among the sun beam
depths feeling safe in the womb from whence I came ,how graceful I feel diving and darting
through the kelp and reefy trail.

The Sea It screams to me about rippled tales of the lost doubloon, the silty cannon ,the oak beam preserved,
the treacherous rock they sleep sound beneath.

The sea, the frightening sea giving safe haven to the Queen Ann's revenge, her bow as honed as any
red coat Sabre, her Master as Black as the heavy beard he bares.

The sea ,o the sea a Grandfather once drowned at sea, his Boat Torpedoed by a boat beneath the sea,
his box of personal belongings did survive the aftermath of dive, dive, dive.The little pine box was delivered
to a broken wife's waiting arms, "a small consolation" she thought ,as she  gently closed the door on her loving husbands life.

The Sea is to me a far away romance, the cold, the gray of a lovers goodbye, the heaving swell ,the haunting lloyds Bell ,a lost souls chorus humming with there own muffled death knell.

The Sea the sea, I love the sea from the sand to the surf to the salt, and one fine day I will set sail for  yonder shore and leave my past among the sand's of porthcurno.