Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
Baunton In January
With muddy boots and rucksacks
The walkers stepped within
The tiny church at Baunton
It surely was no sin
To gaze upon St Christopher
The travellers’ patron saint
His features warmly visible
In 14th century paint
Though time had colours faded
From their once vivid hue
The message still was clear to see
The meaning still shone through
Upon his sturdy shoulders
The Christ child safely borne
Across the raging torrent
Protected from the storm
The image faithfully rendered
‘Fore Shakespeare conjured words
And Man would leave the solid earth
To fly among the birds
Outside the walls lay snowdrops
Inside a quiet calm
The walkers left on tip toe
Lest carpets they should harm
In the porch a notice
To welcome a new priest
Soon to bring his flock along
To share in God’s great feast.
January, 2009
