Memories of Castlethorpe
By
Ronald Compton Brogdale
(Nephew of Joseph Compton)
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Round Castlethorpe I took a stroll,
With nought but pleasure on my mind,
And as I slowly ambled on,
I seemed to leave the world behind.
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I lingered by Aunt Sarah’s house,
Where Uncle Joe once settled down.
The local butcher years ago,
A character of great renown.
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Outside the ancient church I stood
Where people worship at their will,
And as I stood and gazed around
It seemed to me that time stood still.
Enveloped in tranquillity,
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This hamlet with its Olde Worlde charm
Enveloped in tranquillity,
So different from the modern world,
A haven in reality.
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The old thatched cottages so neat,
So strong and firm, untouched by time,
Just nestling by the babbling brook,
An olde worlde picture, so sublime,
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The cottage gardens, trim and neat’
Attended with such loving care,
With fragrant flowers of every hue
That sweetly scent the summer air.
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The gold laburnum and wild rose
Bedeck the hedgerows and the bowers,
And hollyhocks so tall and strong
Grow side by side with tall sunflowers.
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Such natural beauty, oh so rare,
Elsewhere I’ve seldom seen before
Can this be some kind of dream
Or am I back in days of yore?
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No longer can I drink this wine,
Alas my steps I must retrace
Back to this modern bustling world
With memories of an olde worlde place.
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