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The Wisdom of Sea and Sky by Meg Lewer – Wandering down the narrow alleys and seawalls in Cornwall, with their twisted stairs, ladders, hooks, crab pots, weathered old posts and staring at the beautiful patina on ancient stone walls, I know I love every crevice of those tiny coastal villages.

“I must go down to the little grey port that watches the western sea,
And wander again in the winding street that climbs the windy hill,
There I shall find in a jasmined porch a door set wide for me,
There I shall have my will.

For a little window looks out by day on a blue unsleeping tide,
Where brown-sailed boats sweep up and down for the harvest of the deep;
And nightly beacons a twinkling light to wanderers scattered wide,
And guides them home to sleep.

And the flowing tide comes flooding in and chants around the quay
A roaring song from the Ocean’s heart of the lands that are fair and far;
And the ebbing tide goes sobbing out, murmuring wistfully
Over the harbour bar.

There I shall stand among men who are strong with the strength of the wind and the wave,
And hold simple talk with men who are wise with the wisdom of sky and sea;
There I shall find in a patient endurance the sure-set faith of the brave,
There shall my heart be free.”
From the book of Cornish Catches by Bernard Moore

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