To Margaret Tiltman (nee Bourn) on her 65th. Birthday
Come walk with me stranger - what do you see A small part of England where home is to me Built on a hilltop with church upon high It's wonderful spires reaching up to the sky Come walk with me stranger - what do you hear The town whispers history as you draw near Ypres Castle - Landgate the Inn called Mermaid Where in days gone by the smugglers did trade. Come walk with me stranger - what do you see Cobbled streets, oak beamed houses - white with plaster Once, no twice, burned by the French - such disaster Rebuilt again in fourteen twenty For folk had courage and energy plenty. Come with me stranger - what do you see The town of my birth of my father and mother My children, my husband, a sister and brother Where neighbours and friends I've known all my life There for you when needed in sadness and strife. Come stranger will you gather round me open your eyes and what do you see My town with it's beauty in the eye of the beholder Where I know one day as I grow older I will have to come to a place of rest but already I have chosen the best For there on a hilltop I will lie Forever overlooking my home, MY RYE.
FROM JEAN SEWETT (nee Menzies) a dear friend.
“Rye’s Own” July 2005
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