Daymer Bay

Ancient wood down on the beach
Once out of sight and out of reach
Has been uncovered by the sea
Revealing long lost history
As forest from those years gone by
Show roots that point up to the sky

Whilst outstretched sands ahead of Brea
Are rendered gone and washed away
In bay’s great battle with the squall
That’s stripped her spirit, soul and all!
To leave rock pools which have appeared
Filled now with Daymer’s spilt salt tears

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Trebetherick

Where thrift and gorse grow ever sure
And slate cliff tumbles to the shore
Where Brea Hill rises from the bay
And Enodoc stays tucked away
Behind the dunes where Links expand
Ahead sea laps on soft pure sand
Whilst Daymer Lane seeks out the beach
And Greenaway’s within stone’s reach
Trebetherick, a hidden gem
Set there in Cornwall’s diadem