Going to Gaddesden Church

[atiguhya padma]

When I am in Ashridge acres,
I like to visit Gaddesden Church.
It rises from easy fields of summer corn
A rooted thing new born amongst
Grain and weeds and leafy grass.
But it must not be a Sunday
When the beauty of the structure
Is spoilt by worshippers
Whispering their sorry tales
Of seasoned woe and remorse.

Islanded on this plateau
It shines in splendour
Strong and withstanding.
Healthy exterior proudly flexed.
But I shall not trespass into
Its heart, for it is already
Contaminated with man’s
Thoughts and words and work.

It is enough to gaze from afar,
To view it in its organic setting.
And when I have fed my mind
With pleasure, wonder and stillness
I retire to the Clarendon Arms
To reflect upon a happy day
Mirrored in my empty ale glass.

[den]

And this church is probably about 300 years old too huh? :p Can I go for a walk with you next time you go? hee heee

[atiguhya padma]

Yeah, you're right, its old. About 500 years.

Next time your in the neighbourhood, just give me a bell, and we can go and take a picnic there!;)