ENGLAND

Sacred Church

Built true on the shape of a cross
Topped in beauty, with an insuperable spire
Along the north wall grows the moss
Spreading to the South with damp wildfire

The faithful hear the morning bells
Seeing the architecture in all its class
As the rate of attendance suddenly swells
In awe, such colour, the old stained glass

Many relax seated in the pews
The pastor welcomes her congregation
And stimulating their participation
Tells them tales of ancient hebrews
Bejewelled ladies stand upright in their newest frocks
Filling up the collection box

Lastly a reading of Noah's ark
And a few fitting words about St Mark
Leaving down the central aisle
They leave to walk the extra mile

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