ECHOES OF THE PAST
REIMAGINED IN THE NOW
What a place to be
On the shores of the Sussex coast
Beaten by the weather each day
Taking everything we can take
Making all we can make
Miss Catt watches over us all
Keeps our home
She knows her place in the World
Allows Father to make his ‘place’
Building our lives, as well as those of the villagers
He has built a great deal, Father
Where there was nothing, now there is a thriving community
A tide mill admired across the County
Its workers living alongside in cottages built to house their families
The mills work through the night
Catching the tides through the hours of darkness
Calling all to their rhythm until the early hours
As the sun rises the land beckons us
The fields giving us all that they can give
There is no time for play but for the very young
The long stretch of coastline, at times bleak
Other times, when it lays basking in the warmth of a summer’s sun
It is filled with freedom and optimism for this modern age
The paths and grassland weaving around and through the village
This is our playground for these short moments of childhood
In a community driven by Father’s aspirations
For myself, my joy is in small treasures, objects to keep
Sometimes wonders I find whilst I play
Other times I search for precious fossils linking our World with that of the past
Collections to inspire
Perhaps just for me
Perhaps for others to see what they might see
Read what they might read
Learn what we might learn
From then until now
In these echoes of the past
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