TETHERDOWN

The Home of Colin Wilson

By

John G. Sutton

                           When the wind from Gorran Haven

                           Blows across to Tetherdown

                           Sweeping in sea salted ozone

                           From that cobbled Cornish town

                           And the sacred scent of fishes

                           Fills the early morning air

                           Then let me be in that safe lodging

                           For my joy is ever there

                           When the insults of this world

                           Can touch me nevermore

                           And the curfew sounding bell

                           Calls me to an unknown shore

                           Close in then The Outsider

                           Keep the wildest storms away

                           Be they errant human nature

                           Or the gales from Veryan Bay 

                           Wrapped in stone and ancient oak

                           Where the peace lies ages deep

                           Let me rest by Gorran Haven

                           In that long eternal sleep

                           And if some speak my name and whisper

                           Of a fleeting world renown

                           Let their comments catch the wind

                           That blows across to Tetherdown.

(c) John G. Sutton 2002

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