ODE TO HAYLE TOWANS BEACH

Softly shines the morning light,
On Hayle Towans, a wondrous sight.
Golden sands stretch far and wide,
Where waves caress the Cornish tide.

The estuary’s gentle flow meets the sea,
A haven for birds, wild and free.
The wind whispers secrets through the dunes,
As surfers ride the Atlantic tunes.

Dogs run wild, with joyful bounds,
Chasing seagulls on the shifting grounds.
The South West Coast Path winds its way,
Offering views of each passing day.

At sunset, the sky ablaze,
Paints hues of pink and golden gaze.
The beach, a tranquil, peaceful place,
Where nature’s beauty fills the space.

Hayle Towans, a treasure rare,
A Cornish gem, beyond compare.
Come, let the sea and sand entwine,
In this haven, where memories align.