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Porth Joke Beach

If you were to ask me the place I like the most it would be Porth Joke Beach on the Cornish coast. Where walking down to the beach on the path so steep red poppies and corn marigolds dance at your feet. Then as you reach the gate at the bottom of the field a wonderful view of the rocky coastline is revealed. The sound of corn buntings can be heard all around and buzzards searching for prey hover above the ground. While high on the rocks oyster catchers survey the scene and on the beach you can see where sandworms have been. Children fish in the rock pools left by the ebbing tide and run around in the caves, where they love to hide. Climbing up from the beach after an hour or two there’s a bench to rest on and take in the view. Over Cubert Common and back down to the sea on a summer’s day, it’s where I like to be. And in the evening, from the place where I stay you might even catch the sun setting over the bay.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 1/24/2011 6:21:00 AM
Thank you! Tim
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Date: 1/23/2011 8:11:00 PM
Nice to have a place you enjoy, Tim mine would be.. my mind.. Just the image of your poem shows the beauty of your favorite place.. sure enjoyed,,, have a wonderful one,..p.d.
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