A non-silly Scilly poem (maybe!) inspired, in this instance, by a honeymoon on Tresco (just for Amusement value):
Treasured Island
Awakening, they hear shore-calls from the dunes
0through mists of morning beaches, soft as silk,
the pipers, dunlins singing shanty-tunes
0duetting kettle whistle, splash of milk.
Outside, the first boats chugger through the waves
0and tourists surge along the weathered planks
00of Tresco Jetty, streaming into land,
some parties flowing north to glittered caves
0and others south to sunbathe on the banks
00of lakes or upturn shells from shining sand.
Beginning, late-years flowering of love
0in island gardens under swaying palms,
as circling terns soar joyfully above,
0their echoes as sublime as any psalms.
The Abbey rubble swelters, overcome,
0and King Protea has his red-gold reign
00with echium in rising sapphire spires,
as honeybees emit their happy hum,
0trescau rejoice across the springing plain
00and olive sunbirds sing in sweetest choirs.
Gardens by Design,
A panoramic view of the impressive Middle Terrace, Tresco