we need to meet.we need to talk.
we need to be with each other while it is possible
come on down to the pub and have a nattter
not a franchise pub with no choice of lager
more a warm wooden Ark of smiles and laughter
with two of every creature on the pool table
and bubbles of conversation filling the liquid air
This is not romance-nor history.It is happening as you read me
So i went down the local to see what is
and the Coach and Horses in Lyminge exists
as a village pub where folk still gather
to keep up with the news and each other
And we laughed and joked until the night grew dark
and we walked back home with a conversation sparked
by a space where words were both warm and welcomed
and we regretted the loss of this fine tradition
and we may never be here again/when
pubs are closed and closing /and
where can we meet in a time of austerity
to talk ourselves back into happiness and prosperity?
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