Romsey: Hampshire Poem by Daphne Grant

If you should walk in Romsey park,
Be sure it's in the spring.
Every few paces you will see,
A pleasant line of poetry.
On tiles along your way;
And pastel colours take your eye;
Painting dreamy scenes of earth and sky
Wild ducks in formation fly
And land in companies of three.

The river swiftly, current deep,
Flows on it's way to nearby sea,
Past many a rural home
Where Sunday Abbey church bells chime
Reminding one of olden times,
Cattle grazing in the field
Move gently, as their milk they yeild.
And water rushing through the mill
is bouyant, though the mill is still.