St Peter's - A Poem

Our village church is small and simple - plainly built of stone,
A place of peace and quiet thoughts in which to be alone.
Many love it for itself - as dear as kith and kin
United as a family - our home to worship in.

Fond hands have cleaned and polished and operated with flair,
Beautified with flowers and plants, arranged with gentle care
This Festival of Flowers, a rare event indeed,
We hope that all who view, enjoy; whatever race or creed.

So congregate with all of us, our three day celebration;
Remembering that all life’s grace is born of God’s creation.
When winter comes, with stark black branches, hoary
With the frost, recall St Peter’s days of Glory.

Audrey Jones

Audrey Jones’ father-in-law lived at Tiny Cottage.  He was a good modest artist who helped to re-design the flight controls of wartime bombers thus reducing aircraft and crew losses. German fighters focussed on vulnerable areas of control mechanism of previous aircraft.

Derek Buttle