My Thoughts at the Bedruthan Steps

Where I lived when I was in England

 

Walking along a hedgerowed lane
I wander toward the shore
While stopping at some moss-laced stone
I'm lost in Briton's lore 

 

The rock lined walls down narrow ways
add to the ancient feel
Holds me close like a blanket's warmth
with secrets to reveal  

 

Walking again, I reach the sea
galed by the ocean's wind
On this cliff I feel more alive
and call this land my friend

 

And through this place I understand
this country’s special core
It gives me hope for better days
walking along this shore 

 

From Cornwall's point to Shetland's shore
history fills each mile
By Aberdeen one finds her soul
stretching to Jersey Isle 

 

But here the Steps will tell the truth
to all that stroll this way
The gloried past will come alive -
whispers on ocean's spray 

 

A better soul I now possess
these Steps they do inspire
So listen fast and walk the length
and you can gain her fire 

Author's Note

aBcB rhyme with a 4/3 meter and an pseudo-iambic foot

The Bedruthan Steps run along the western Cornish coast of England. It is a ruggedly beautiful place with a ever-present wind. One cannot help but be inspired by it

Reviews

[emmajoy]

This is wonderful, truly wonderful. You've described how you feel, described what you saw and in such fine form. Seems you can write in various styles, by the way. I'm so glad you enjoyed your stay in England, it IS a special country with it's atomospheric sites and ancient history (and more, of course!). Thank you so much for writing such a marvellous poem about a place that's left you with happy memories.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

How inspiring. My experience in England was similar although I was not near the shore. I gathered flowers on my walk to University and made hand made paper that I later printed on. This is quite a stunning pearl of a poem - one of my favorites of yours. So soulful and timeless. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Light,
Siddartha

[Constance]

Yes! Finally someone here writes rhyming poetry that is not trite, over-dramatic, or just plain campy. You brought a refinement to the piece, an eloquence, that flows along throughout. The rhyme adds to the rhythm and the appeal without sacrificing content.
I can almost see the place within your detail. You painted a picture not only of the place, but of the moment, the way you felt, last time you were there.
I read another of your pieces, and had to look at your other work. This is your best. I'm rating it 100%. I normally would never do that, thinking that there has to be something better here on the cafe. There isn't. This is superb.