BURIAL PLACE OF SIR JOHN BETJEMAN
(POET LAUREATE 1972-1984)
The lark was singing high in the sky
As I walked in the dunes that day
I wanted to be in the roar of the sea
With the sun and the sea and the spray
And as the lark flew higher and higher
I saw the church with the twisted spire
So old and peaceful resting there
Inviting me in to kneel in prayer
And as I entered the holy shrine
I felt my sadness left behind
And a wonderful calm came over me
Away from the roar of the surf and the sea
Beating upon the shore
There came this holy man to Rock
And built his church, St Enodoc.
JOAN HENWOOD 1998