Tidy Poem by Meghan Fenwick-Boland

Countless times,

I've walked along this road,

To the side, my vision always goes

As it nears

To Wolverton close.


Always struck me how pleasant,

and tidy it seems;

So idyllic a place it must be, like a harbour cove.


So very different from my patchwork self-

A sail caught in perpetual storm.


Oh, how I wished I had grown up on Wolverton close

How grand, and serene it seems;

Like a lofty island upon a cloud.