Far More.
Rain wringing out great drops on sodden yards
wetting Sunday-faced farmers
plus ripple of following offspring who mincing
thru' grass yawn slowly uphill
to mud-spattered salvation of weekly worship
and damply pewed, wait for the sermon.
Built of stone-hard resign, staunch parson rule
offers no finery, portal-plain duty
calls, aged by saline sea-ravage muted walls
wait for maids and their matrons
to kneel and receive forgiveness by donating
so by inbuilt faith can sin-ache alter.
Hatted heads bow as onslaught of next storm
fling windowed reminders to all
reverently bent but men know gale-flat grain
awaits no redemption from
sudden battering, cattle-full sheds bellow out
for attention as gates lean on
torn hinges squeaking in vain, time is wasted
in best attire when fierce tempest
empties coins' plated rattle as men scramble
for doors before moor-top service ends.
Smallholding tasking ever takes precedence
but for one holy-hour, chapel then
done and Hellfire quenched Sunday skirts lift
as lady-boots quickly skid homeward
to kitchen heaven of baked bread smells and
roasting aromas when welcome hands
closed in thanks after renewing, sin-cleansed
and full of rude health, country folk
can shoulder usual hazards of living off land
that asks for far more than Sunday-best.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Very nicely composed Fay. The atmosphere is with me as I read. Sounds a lot like yesterday here in the moors of Yorkshire. I'll make a mug of tea with honey in to warm me up now.
Lovely words!
Ex animo, Alan
Yes in most rural districts these happenings occur weekly Alan - enjoy your honeyed tea and am so glad you liked the read
You have again done poetry proud my Lady....
Am pleased the read pleasured thee with mine efforts at poetry dear Neville and thankee most muchly for the welcome visit...................... x
I lost myself in the images conjured by your fine words = now back to damp-Monday-afternoon-reality.
Delighted that you got lost in the story my friend........... good to read tales during damp Mondays.
Good write Fay.
Thank you dear Orchi.
Superb write Fay.
GOOD MORNING FAY ~ We Love your new Picture very GLAM ! For ME (Brian) this Poem rings a Bell ! Sincere Worshipperss coming to CHURCH ~ come rain or shine ! The importance of the *LORDS DAY* and the desire (and JOY) to *ASSEMBLE TOGETHER* to Pray to Praise and to be Purified through 24/7 humble Faith & Salvation (not through going to Church ~ BUT) through Christs atonement for us on the CROSS ~ AMEN. It reminds me of the CHURCH I was taken to (not in the Country but the City) were I was dedicated by my Grandfather ( Baptism was for Adults not Babies) in 1983 ! A sharp contrast (outside) to the Moor-top Chapel ~ but inside IDENTICAL ! Love the closing verse ! The Service complete then home to the smell of fresh baked Bread (My Mum always made her own Loaves & crusty Cobs) and the Sunday Joint in t'oven ! Memories are made of this ! If I am anything today I owe it all to My Parents & Extended Family and of course ANGELA ! Thanks for caring & sharing !
Love - Peace & Joy
Brian & Angela
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