Tim Burroughs

Perhaps

perhaps you will find me

dozing under a bush

lullabied by the bees

perhaps you will find me

perching on a stone wall

sketching the meetings

of roof, land and trees

perhaps you will find me

lotus folded on Zennor Head

spellbound by the blazing red

of the setting sun

on deep blue sea

perhaps you will find me

walking with butterflies

along the coast-path

past craggy faced boulders

round the head

to Sennen Cove

perhaps you will find me

singing of Shakespeare

in the simmering Kettle

as Friday dances into Saturday

and the week's work is forgotten

perhaps you will find me

skimming stones towards

the castled isle of St Michael's Mount

listening to the choirs singing in the waves

perhaps you will find me there...

in Cornwall

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