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| St. James Church, Yarmouth, Isle of Wight. |
| Circa 1981 |
In the south eastern corner of the Square,
Stone towered there stands that little church of God,
Aged grey with wind and rain, and summer sun,
As each returning season aged it more.
In bygone years the Reverend Woodin spoke,
Softly toned, and from the pulpit spread
The words of peace and love, and slowly looked,
Benignly at his congregation there.
And standing in the choir, the boys clean faced,
Yet half afraid to smile, with solemn mien,
Re-iterated once again the Lords own prayer,
And sang the Psalms appropriate to the day.
And in a chapel by the choir stalls,
Stands the lone statue of one, Admiral Holmes,
Who captured a French ship two hundred years ago,
And in it the marble likeness of Napoleon.
So rather than destroy so great a prize,
A local artisan agreed to change
The countenance from French to Englishman,
From Emperor to an Admiral of the Blue.
Throughout this land such gems of history lie,
Unseen, unsung, yet this is our heritage,
For in my memory still the choir boys sing,
And the marble statue haunts me down the years.
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| Terry Brewer |
Reston, VA |
| Tuesday, February 28, 2006 |
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| Posted At 8:55:34 AM |
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