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Tudor Trail
Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease
King Henry VII, the bringer of peace
Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish
Descendants of which epitomise courage
A land of writers, a progress of arts
Embedded into the Tudor’s hearts
Embroidered gowns, heads and tales
The elegant wear of farthingales
A Tudor house, a college, a school
Established wealth of Tudor rule
Towns of old, constructed new
Merchants traded, places grew
Refined timber, a solid room
Within the attic, a weaving loom
Wattle and daub, between the frame
A home preserved, set to remain
Furnished halls and window glaze
Estates abound, knot garden maze
Food aplenty, peacock and swan
Iron skewers, with meat upon
Send a fleet, out to defend
A kingdom of which lives depend
Aboard with cannons, Mary Rose
We shall arch with longer bows
Parish churches of the ‘Reformation’
A coat of arms, our declaration
Henry VIII, the Supreme Head
The King’s schools, of which he lead
A ‘Globe’ performance, a Shakespeare show
Shall we stand where ‘groundlings’ go
A theatre set to entertain
Yet monasteries sit in poor remain
Upon thy hill, now let us mount
To thus reflect with fresh account
A prominent history of which to lend
Thy Queen Elizabeth I to end
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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