An ode to Woodbridge

Reader Hilda Lanes has composed this lovely poem about one of her favourite Suffolk towns

WOODBRIDGE

Sparkling and dancing, the water

Bejewelled in the evening sun,

Empty boats quietly moored

After the day's work is done.

Painted all white and shining,

The tide mill stands proud on the side,

Keeping watch over the river

And enduring each turn of the tide.

On the opposite bank is the mound

Where they buried the warrior kings.

The place revered by Anglo Saxons,

Where they unearthed some beautiful things.

Down the lane stands the market square,

Unspoilt and lovely since the day

Wealthy merchants and their ladies

Would promenade along the way,

Passing the medieval buildings

Glowing majestically black and white,

Their beautiful diamond pane windows

Catching the dying embers of sunlight.