The Great Clock of
Where?
Have you seen in Wisborough Green,
Something we should celebrate?
Something that’s so cleverly made,
Something that’s special and great?
As you approach there once was a tree,
Which a few years ago must have died.
And largely ignored by you and by me,
Is the great stump we all drive beside.
The remains of the tree were ten feet tall,
As thick as Lord Nelson’s column.
But now it's something you’d have in your hall;
Something sensible, serious and solemn.
Where once was a tree and a mighty stump,
There now is a grandfather clock;
Carved with great skill from the standing lump,
Perfectly formed, but a mock!
Each time you take the A272,
To Wisborough Green going east,
You’ll see it clearly in front of you;
And it’s right twice a day, at the least!
© Stephen Saunders
Have you seen in Wisborough Green,
Something we should celebrate?
Something that’s so cleverly made,
Something that’s special and great?
As you approach there once was a tree,
Which a few years ago must have died.
And largely ignored by you and by me,
Is the great stump we all drive beside.
The remains of the tree were ten feet tall,
As thick as Lord Nelson’s column.
But now it's something you’d have in your hall;
Something sensible, serious and solemn.
Where once was a tree and a mighty stump,
There now is a grandfather clock;
Carved with great skill from the standing lump,
Perfectly formed, but a mock!
Each time you take the A272,
To Wisborough Green going east,
You’ll see it clearly in front of you;
And it’s right twice a day, at the least!
© Stephen Saunders
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