The Abbey Green
Pershore Abbey1997 Pershore
Pershore`s the perfect place on a warm summer day.
I have come to hear the Brass Bands play.
The Abbey and green are so quiet and serene.
I`m all alone, not a soul to be seen.
Squirrels like quicksilver chase in and out of trees,
Then scurry up the trunk to hide amongst the leaves.
I sit very quiet and still, absorbing the sounds around.
Birds calling,blossom falling and the distant buzz of the town.
People on bicycles glide by ,aided by the breeze.
The sound of children`s laughter circles me with ease.
Trees restless in the wind,dance wildly for me.
As I listen for the sounds of the music to be.
A dog races by, barking madly at the sky
To disappear quickly,I look to see why.
All there is to this wonderful scene,
Is an ancient Abbey and a village green,
Peace returns and I sit in solitude enjoying the day,
Patiently waiting to hear the Brass Bands play.
<©> Val Cook 1997
A Pershore Weekend July 2000
My sister in law Carol,loves to cook.
And all she cooks comes from a book,
It`s Delia Smith from morn till night.
A great success `cause she always gets it right.
She also makes her own ice cream;
Using natural ingredients,she`ll never be lean.
But William my brother is as different again;
He likes his food plain,he`s the simplest of men.
Herbs especially Coriander, will never pass his lips.
All he wants for lunch, is plain fish and chips.
But Carol loves to entertain,she`s shelves of cookery books
Always busy in the kitchen,where her favourite food she cooks.
And after the meal we sit comfortably full.
The food, the wine was perfect, the company far from dull.
We chatted all the weekend,about this and that.
Underneath a brolly as it poured down as we sat;
To finish this meal that Carol had lovingly prepared
In praise of her skill and effort in the meal that we had shared.
<©>Val Cook 2000
Pershore`s the perfect place on a warm summer day.
I have come to hear the Brass Bands play.
The Abbey and green are so quiet and serene.
I`m all alone, not a soul to be seen.
Squirrels like quicksilver chase in and out of trees,
Then scurry up the trunk to hide amongst the leaves.
I sit very quiet and still, absorbing the sounds around.
Birds calling,blossom falling and the distant buzz of the town.
People on bicycles glide by ,aided by the breeze.
The sound of children`s laughter circles me with ease.
Trees restless in the wind,dance wildly for me.
As I listen for the sounds of the music to be.
A dog races by, barking madly at the sky
To disappear quickly,I look to see why.
All there is to this wonderful scene,
Is an ancient Abbey and a village green,
Peace returns and I sit in solitude enjoying the day,
Patiently waiting to hear the Brass Bands play.
<©> Val Cook 1997
A Pershore Weekend July 2000
My sister in law Carol,loves to cook.
And all she cooks comes from a book,
It`s Delia Smith from morn till night.
A great success `cause she always gets it right.
She also makes her own ice cream;
Using natural ingredients,she`ll never be lean.
But William my brother is as different again;
He likes his food plain,he`s the simplest of men.
Herbs especially Coriander, will never pass his lips.
All he wants for lunch, is plain fish and chips.
But Carol loves to entertain,she`s shelves of cookery books
Always busy in the kitchen,where her favourite food she cooks.
And after the meal we sit comfortably full.
The food, the wine was perfect, the company far from dull.
We chatted all the weekend,about this and that.
Underneath a brolly as it poured down as we sat;
To finish this meal that Carol had lovingly prepared
In praise of her skill and effort in the meal that we had shared.
<©>Val Cook 2000
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