I must go back to Cornwall again
at least one more time before I die
and all I ask is a sunshine, not rain,
on my walks for my dog and I.
I must go back to Cornwall if I may:
to eat fish and chips by the sea
or a Cornish pasty every day
and at least one cream tea.
I must go back to Cornwall to the cliffs
overlooking a deep blue sea
so I can watch ships and skiffs.
That seems like Heaven to me.
I must go back to Cornwall when I die
and there on a beach I would like to lie,
in the sand dunes, under a clear blue sky
the ashes of my dogs and I.
With apologies to John Masefield
with whom I share a common ancestor
by John Masefield
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.