An ode to Woodbridge

PUBLISHED: 16:06 14 December 2010 | UPDATED: 17:44 08 February 2013

An ode to Woodbridge

An ode to Woodbridge

Reader Hilda Lanes has composed this lovely poem about one of her favourite Suffolk towns

Reader Hilda Lanes has composed this lovely poem about one of her favourite Suffolk towns




WOODBRIDGE




Sparkling and dancing, the water


Bejewelled in the evening sun,


Empty boats quietly moored


After the day's work is done.


Painted all white and shining,


The tide mill stands proud on the side,


Keeping watch over the river


And enduring each turn of the tide.


On the opposite bank is the mound


Where they buried the warrior kings.


The place revered by Anglo Saxons,


Where they unearthed some beautiful things.


Down the lane stands the market square,


Unspoilt and lovely since the day


Wealthy merchants and their ladies


Would promenade along the way,


Passing the medieval buildings


Glowing majestically black and white,


Their beautiful diamond pane windows


Catching the dying embers of sunlight.



Copyright Hilda Lanes 2010


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