st ives

Benches littered with past souls

Who have sat and breathed in this special light

The bay reflecting glorious greys in winter

And the luminous blue of summer holidays

Cobbled streets with overlapping roofs

Posh shops feed hungry travelers

While artists drink in the sky

Returning to paint,ink, and wood 

Turnstones patter along harbour walls

Seals bob as children spot and point 

And the drinks flow as we gaze

Across St Ives harbour