Seasonal Poem and Photograph
Appleby – Pure Gold
Away from Scunthorpe’s urban sprawl
And it’s thickly choking steel black pall,
Nestling in a verdant fold
Close to Lincolnshire’s fabled Wold,
Lies our Village – a shining jewel
No shop, or pub or even school!
Dating back to ancient times,
A church with bells, but long lost chimes.
A Village Hall with community café
Where locals gather to have a laff!
A village Fayre and cottage thatched
Model cottages mixed and matched.
Gardens pretty, neat, well kept
Paths and pavements all well swept
Where children, cats and puppies play
Enjoying peace the live long day.
Free from graffiti, litter, grime.
A haven safe, with little crime.
Where swallows soar, larks take wing
Robins bob and Blackbirds sing.
A bucolic idyll steeped in charms
Enclosed by fresh air, peace and farms.
Sunsets blush the evening skies
And Produce Shows are filled with pies!
When all is said and truth be told
Appleby truly is – Pure Gold!