A Land of Myth and Magic

Cornwall land of magic and mystery,
Fertile home of legend and witchcraft,
Picturesque in the calm spirit of life.
Set against a prehistoric background
Haunted by quaint, superstitious rustic’s,
Stone circles, and immense granite boulders,
Upon which Druid’s performed their sacrifices,
On moorland tangled with gorse and withered ferns
Reclaiming now tin mines abandoned and decayed.
Storm clouds bring with them chilling winds
And fateful rain streaming down the windows.
The moisture laden, electric atmosphere
Holding the colours of the light,
Revealing glimpsed and phantom ships.
Today the winds whip the sea into awful fury,
But tomorrow the sea will again be laughing
And scattering its precious jewels in the sun.
The sky, once the colour of ancient lead,
Will turn the friendliest, most innocent of blue,
With the magic and mystery restored once more.