Essex

IHow I love to take a drive on a summer evening,
Through Essex country lanes,
Where fields are green bright yellow,
Sometimes blue with flax or brown new-ploughed.
Come with me and find the beauty Essex gives to those who seek it.
Nestling villages with their cottages,
Thatched roofs and colourful gardens,
Village greens and Sunday cricket.
Essex churches in the centre with wooden spires,
And tidy churchyards where the dead rest peacefully.
Who said this county was uninteresting, London over the border?
They have not penetrated the heart of this surprising county.
Extensive forests, stately homes where history tells of famous people,
Far back from Doomsday times.

Essex

We boast of William Byrd, Thomas Tallis, David Livingstone.
Now - Steve Davis, Frank Bruno!
Great names and many more.
We can boast of Southend’s longest pier,
Old Leigh, where the red-sailed London barges graced our shores.
Cockle sheds and cockle shells, marshlands and yachting lanes.
I could name so many places.
In autumn too, the miracles of red and gold,
Fill my heart with awe and reverence.
Stopping at local inns, amongst the shining brasses, crackling fires,
Enjoying sweet refreshment, happy, friendly chatter, latest news!
So homeward, glad to dwell in this varied, lively and lovely county,
And enjoy what God has given to this good and pleasant land.


Sheila Jakobsson