St Benedict's Paddlesworth Snodland - Poem by James Tipp
Here you stand in the mist on new years day
You’re unimpressed, for you have seen a thousand.
Your history known yet unknown, chequered.
This ancient place of homage to the infant King
This place of refuge for those long past,
This barn that stored the crops for those long dead,
You have seen them all pass by, lost in their own mist
Time the traveller that never moves, yet changes all.
So on this fog bound new years day, you wait
For what or whom you do not say, we cannot guess.
But here you will remain, whilst the pilgrim wonders
How long will he remain in the history of anything.
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