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Abbotsley by Lilian Cullup

Proudly on the rise, the village Green

Infolds a plentitude of peace.

Quiet sentinels of chestnut trees

embrace a city soul’s release

Figures on the old church tower

disdain the hours’ swift tread.

Forever vigilant, they keep

their watch upon our Dead.

Cottages of thatch in country lane,

cradle our hopes and fears.

In quietude they will remain

                                                  to bless our passing years.