Mr Arthur L Sloley

CHAPTER VI.
RICHMOND.

JULY 23RD, 1910.

With cheerful smiles and bright machines,
The Pilgrims start for Richmond Hill;
The noble Captain leads the way,
And seven follow with a will.

Pilgrims in the truest sense,
Often meeting a lurking foe;
Nerves and frights will still abound,
Making progress rather slow.

On the road we have to go,
Human stumbling blocks are found;
These removed without a blow,
Paul begins to cover ground.

Up the hill we push our steeds,
Till we reach its lovely crest;
Where Old Father Thames we view,
As we take a well-earned rest.

Captain Shawyer moves us on,
Towards the most Uncommon Sheen,
Where a Lady sits alone,
Waiting for us like a Queen.

After many a stately bow.
Tired, we watch a game of cricket,
While a bowler old and grey,
Strives in vain to hit the wicket.

Hal an hour we wile away.
Till the Captain bids us ride,
Quickly our adeux we say,
Than down the hill we glide.

Phillips knows a thing or two,
When it comes to Cosy Corners;
Very soon we’ve set to work,
Pulling plums out like Jack Horner’s!

As we sit in easy chairs,
Paul recalls the Harefield ride,
Bringing to our minds again,
Memories of that countryside.

But alas! Its getting late,
Once again we take the road,
Leading in a little while,
To the Captain’s kind abode.

Back again at Grove Mead Farm,
We must part with many a sigh,
Have some lovely stuff to eat,
Light our lamps, and say Goodbye.

ARTHUR L SLOLEY

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