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.