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J R Pound

Wrenbury the Golden

Our Wrenbury’s wandered restless
halfway round the Globe
Changing shape and colour
as a Dame will change her robe
Until she’s here as home for us
with green and leafy lane.
But who’s to say in future times
she will not change again?

Many million years ago
down Australia way
All dry land as welded and
might be to this day
Had restless Earth not split it
and watched it slide away
With our foundations in it,
that now are here today

Wrenbury still carries
the marks of that long trail
In sand that blows around us
after every gale,
For umpteen million years ago
the Atlantic’s bed was dry,
And that sand buried hereabouts
is what gets in your eye!

Another time all Europe
was sunk beneath the sea
And salt beds it left behind
go with our eggs for tea.
Now you might think such ancestry
would make us proud, aloof,
But come and see our greeting –
t’will be contrary proof.

Now all we ask from you in turn
is friendship warm and true.
To reinforce the legend
of what the Old Ones knew.
Wrenbury the olden
the place that smiles at you,
Wrenbury the Golden
the place that smiles with you.