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The Isles of Scilly

Porthloo

Bury My Heart at Porthloo

You can bury my heart at Porthloo on the beach
In a storm with the waves rolling in from the west.
Yes just bury my heart at Porthloo on the crest
Of the tide when a wild white wind
Is awash with the crash and the swirl of the sea.
But bury my heart at Porthloo

You can scatter my ashes at Carn Morval Point
In the rock pools there under the soft orange cliff.
Yes just scatter my ashes in rock pools and if
There are clouds let them cry salt rain
On the heather, the granite, the sand and the sea.
But bury my heart at Porthloo

You can carry my bones up to Telegraph Hill
In the dusk at the end of a hot summer’s day.
Yes just walk up to Telegraph Hill and then stay
With me there till the first slow turn
Of the Bishop Rock light reaches in from the sea.
But bury my heart at Porthloo.

You can build me a cairn out of driftwood and shells,
With a view over islands of pearl set in jade.
Yes just build me a cairn out of pebbles and made
So the light of the sunset sky
Is reflected in stars on the sparkling sea.
But bury my heart at Porthloo.

 

Peter G Knight