Yesterday I sat
Where Neville Shute's father prayed
In that little church at Egloshale
I wonder if he imagined
His son's words would fly around the world
Just as his son did
Uniting Cornwall with Dublin 1916
With Burma and Malaya
And his beloved Australia
And like my nephew Andy
Another of Wadebridge's best loved sons
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