Dune Day


Photo: Mark Wilson.


Through bleary eyes the orange-tinted morn awakes
Ushering in another sun-baked day of sweltering heat
The night though short was long and hot and clammy sweet
A stinging back and aching foot reminded of a cycling feat.

There amidst the Marram Grass, Sea Stock and Marsh Mallow
Dune high we sat and gasped and sighed
Dumbfounded by the majestic sweep
Of sea and sand and sky



John Miller


The sun had not lost its heat nor beer its cool
Lounging there like vista kings, landscape conquerors
Capturing the view from six hundred feet
Burning the day away in red-hot glow and aery smoke

Godrevy the far-off pinnacle of white across the dangerous rip
How many futures there were lost, some known and loved
This day just yellow sand-dotted multi-coloured lives
Wallowing, happily passing time, watched unseen.


Mark D Lewis Photography


Walking back we spied a fox taking sanctuary by the church
The bearded grave-stones standing sentinel all around
A silent crowd of dear-departed souls lie quite forgot 
The sanded hour-glass long run dry

And in the the knee-high grass I found a flower
We Google-checked it and sure enough it was confirmed
There un-heralded, obscure, a flock of purple orchid hid
Under the shaded sycamores, quite un-sung


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I almost feel the searing guilt as one I pick but now its done
In presenting, capturing a moment quickly gone
Of summer day amidst the dunes, of lanes and views
St Erth, St Uny, St Ives and all the saints.






Dune Day

Through bleary eyes the orange-tinted morn awakes
Ushering in another sun-baked day of sweltering heat
The night though short was long and hot and clammy sweet
A stinging back and aching foot reminded of a cycling feat.

There amidst the Marram Grass, Sea Stock and Marsh Mallow
Dune high we sat and gasped and sighed
Dumbfounded by the majestic sweep
Of sea and sand and sky.

The sun had not lost its heat nor beer its cool
Lounging there like vista kings, landscape conquerors
Capturing the view from six hundred feet
Burning the day away in red-hot glow and aery smoke.

Godrevy the far-off pinnacle of white across the dangerous rip
How many futures there were lost, some known and loved
This day just yellow sand-dotted multi-coloured lives
Wallowing, happily passing time, watched unseen.

Walking back we spied a fox taking sanctuary by the church
The bearded grave-stones standing sentinel all around
A silent crowd of dear-departed souls lie quite forgot 
The sanded hour-glass long run dry.

And in the the knee-high grass I found a flower
We Google-checked it and sure enough it was confirmed
There un-heralded, obscure, a flock of purple orchid hid
Under the shaded sycamores, quite un-sung.

I almost feel the searing guilt as one I pick but now its done
In presenting, capturing a moment quickly gone
Of summer day amidst the dunes, of lanes and views
St Erth, St Uny, St Ives and all the saints.