You may remember that we came to Yellow Sands for a week and were in Flat 7. It was a wonderful week and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
As I did say at the time, I had written a poem regarding Harlyn Bay and the wonderful view that we had from the lounge and the relaxed week we had. I have enclosed a copy.
Yours faithfully,
Margaret Payne
A CORNISH BAY
It was evening’s time of day,
When we arrived at Harlyn Bay;
Having left work and city stress,
What awaited? We could but guess.
The setting sun had stayed awake,
Sinking slowly – for our sake?
With burnished hue this perfect orb,
The sea, the sky – it’s rays absorb.
I waken with the breaking day,
I look eastward across the bay;
And with the light of morning dawn,
I see the springtime sun reborn,
Here I have found peace and beauty,
Free from cares and city duty;
The days, the hours, need no measure,
Blessed am I with timeless leisure.
Thank you Margaret for your very cleaver poem
Martin and Debbie