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Evenlode Church

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A sunlit Cotswold churchyard

Filled with leaning stones

Time-erased the carved names

Of those in village known

The funerals it has witnessed

The weddings here once held

The stories and the characters

That centuries have weld

The bells last rung in Seventies

Now due for restoration

One to mark a jubilee

With love from grateful nation

The vicars preaching sermons

To lead the parish flock

A seat for walkers resting

Where they can world take stock.

 

                                                                                                     

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