Comments about William Messent
Steeply runs the path down Betjeman Lane,
And swiftly flows the stream that's Letcombe Brook.
We enter through a rusty wrought-iron gate
Arriving at a secret sylvan scene,
Where dancing daffodils in dappled shade
Are swaying to the sound of Wantage bells.
A happy spirit haunts this sunlit grove
Enjoying still the babbling of the brook,