Who.
Who visits this seductive peninsula
where birds circle un-climbable cliffs
can gasp at waves holing hard granite
yet seeing field stock shiver in batter
of wind will yield to its native history.
Who covets this ocean-coved wilderness
and imagines caverns where lies hidden
the pastness of gale-sunken ship wrecks
when high-tide gatherings came readied
for in-drifts might find salient mystery.
Who values this storm-shaken corner
will reason its mere isolation affords
an adventure in sky-scraper freedom
where nature, with non-interference
invites experience of kept simplicity.
Who tastes raw beauty could remain
resistant to more of the same ?