This poem has been written
to reflect the courage and bravery
of Cornish fishermen and their families.
Beyond the bleakness of the moors,
seaward ... past a hinterland of granite tors,
perched high above the briny shores;
a lighthouse pierces remnants of the night,
probing fishing vessels with enquiring
beams of light.
Down on the lee shore, dwarfed by the cliffs,
partly obscured by early morning mists,
sailors are gathering by the harbour's edge,
tuning and oiling engines,
unravelling warps and nets.
Cornish mariners are disciplined and spry.
With practised eyes they read the signs
of sea and sky and only really live ...
when sailing ‘cross the oceans wide.
Sailors are relaxed yet vigilant
... free of care,
Young and old … descendants of pirates
and smugglers so bold,
they lift their voices,
melodious shanties fill the air.
The Bright Eyed Vixen
Light Paints a Picture
Princes of the Tides