About The Lizard.

A long thin finger of Cornish pride Jutts from peninsular, stands apart And quietly basks in minding Its own serpentine beauty. Starting With stone, red-stained and famously Honed into smooth lizard-look gems, The place exudes age-old peace. Plainly Welcoming, each quaint shop knows when To close, or beckon us in. Fringed With the bluest of seas, Lizard's part Of the coastline gets sun-singed Then battered with storm, and smarting From unshattered will, the locals Fight back, until, ship-shape once more, Each ancient cottage repaired, broken Sea walls shored up good as before, The Lizard smiles again. Departing, I breathe freshest of air, and then Leave this jewel at Cornwall's heart.