The Old Cornish Cottage Poem by Robert Creffield

These ancient paths wedded to the earth
still lead across the rocky crags and wooded slopes
to reveal the sea timeless in its shape and form and
effect on me; the cottage too stands the same and
all rooms and furnishings just waiting these years
for our gaze again; the calming sense of time & place
unchanged with all our moments previously shared
still in faint trace as whispers and ghosts tear the here
and now back to the there and then.