Local Poetry

Gone But Still There  By John Clays

There is no mill where the river used to be
no potter's wheel down that lane
surrounding wall has completely gone
nothing at the end of Moat House Street
Rector has lost his civil rights
yet retains a fine Victorian Hall
set behind an arched gatehouse
Stepping is now a steep gradient
but Standish is still standing
celebrates an annual arts festival
and its refound well