Hillside Ponies

Our Poem

A gentle breeze drifts up from the ocean far below
Where thrift, wild garlic and celandine still grow.
Ponies graze the pastures in Spring and Summertime,
People wander from the beach and up the cliff path climb
To stand and drink the sweetest air
And find a view we all can share,
Who love Cornwall's rugged coastline,
Where sea mists roll in, but the sun will mostly shine.
A pony flicks its tail a child's face lights up with a smile,
A scene so full of peace, time stands still awhile.


Verse by Mary Lascelles