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Daymer Dreams

We may be missing so many different things at the moment but in our mind’s eye we can go wherever we please through the portal of imaginings and be at one with those places closest to our hearts ♥️

Daymer Dreams

Sea Dreaming

Farewell To Stepper Point

Farewell to Stepper Point
To Pentire Head today
To Lundy’s gaping hole
And Rock and Daymer Bay

Adieu to Polzeath beach
To Wadebridge and Padstow
To Rumps and islands in the sea
Now time to tally ho

To Cornwall fair and mild
With thrift and gorse so bright
Goodbye my lover by the sea
Your memories shine bright

Stepper Point

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

The Sea Spirit

St Enodoc Church

And now so free to feel the air
Behind the dunes back of the bay
In midst of links and hillocks green
And nestled at the foot of Brea

I sit and from my vantage point
I see and view the Camel’s mouth
With Stepper Point ahead of me
And Rock a little to the south

In stillness do I hear the sounds
Of gulls so high upon the wing
The lapping of the distant waves
And on a Sunday people sing

The rustle of the Cornish air
The drifting of the golden sand
The knocks of golf balls driving past
And silent hub-bub of the land

The memories I cherish dear
The essence of dear souls of old
The squeals of children by my font
And spirits ether to behold

And when the mist encircles me
From sea and land on cooler days
I feel the touch and recollect
Why to Him I will impart praise

St Enodoc Church

To find out more about this little church nestled in the Dunes of Daymer Bay, Trebetherick on the North Cornwall coast click here

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

The Sea Spirit

 

The Cornish Piskies

Watch out! Watch out! Watch wear you tread
For down on Daymer Lane
A clan of Piskies stand in wait
As bidden by their Thane
To create havoc playfully
Deter you from your way
And whisk you off to Bodmin Moor
Or to the hilltop Brea

All dressed in colours of the earth
In lichen, grass and moss
Their cheerfulness and spritely mood
Will trick your mind and cross
Your path without a second thought
In fairy dust confused
To leave you, traveller, wandering
All lost and not bemused

And yet these souls of children lost
Wish each and everyone
No trouble nor no wanton harm
Just mischief and some fun
And some they’ll even help and aid
Their succour to impart
To the infirm and elderly
They show their loving heart

So be aware and be so wise
For Piskies small and bright
As Cornish fairies or brownies
Resembling the sprites
Dance in the waysides, midst the gorse
Down by the lapping shore
Intent on their shenanigans
Their high jinks and much more

 

Cornish Memories

The sea and the sky and the moors and the sun
The cliffs and the beaches; the walks that are done
The waves and the surf and the oodles of fun

The cream and the scones and the pasties and more
The mead and the cider; the glasses to pour
The fairings and fish and the food to adore

The sights and the sounds and the sail boats go by
The harbours and havens and markets to spy
The blue of the ocean inspired from on high

The love of the land and the land that I love
The County of piskies and seagulls above
Cornish memories of old bringing peace like a dove

This week we’re taking inspiration from the late Poet Laureate, Sir John Betjeman’s beloved Cornwall.

Cornish Memories