Ardingly Elegy
ARDINGLY ELEGY
The clock tower tolls the passing of the day
The bleating flock wends home neath darkening sky
The Judges homeward plod their weary way
And leave the world in peace at Ardingly
Beyond from the madding contests’ noble strife
Their preferences no longer put asunder on
Reworking judgements that were given life
The ghosts of jurists sit in shadowed UNDER*
Across the world the living spirits go
To lands deprived of custard on their pie
Gone from the halls up under and below
May they again return to Ardingly
The faithful Leaders' bright young teams have gone
Far from the English contest's hue and cry
When spring once more brings us a brighter dawn
May they at heart return to Ardingly
Now all the shepherds and the human flock
Time no more measured by the tolling clock
When frosty sheen still paints the cricket field
And yet the buds burst green on sylvan high
May then also returned to Ardingly.
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2020
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