Fay Slimm - About the Lizard.

A long thin finger of Cornish pride
Jutts from peninsular, stands apart
And quietly basks in minding
Its own serpentine beauty. Starting
With stone, red-stained and famously
Honed into smooth lizard-look gems,
The place exudes age-old peace. Plainly
Welcoming, each quaint shop knows when
To close, or beckon us in. Fringed
With the bluest of seas, Lizard's part
Of the coastline gets sun-singed
Then battered with storm, and smarting
From unshattered will, the locals
Fight back, until, ship-shape once more,
Each ancient cottage repaired, broken
Sea walls shored up good as before,
The Lizard smiles again. Departing,
I breathe freshest of air, and then
Leave this jewel at Cornwall's heart.

Fay Slimm

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