‘Ardly Anythin at Ardlethan
At times I have been moved to write poems about the places I work in. Ardlethan is a small town of around 500 people. Comment had been made that there is hardly anything there. However, at the time of writing, as now, I saw much there of interest.
‘Ardly Anythin’ at Ardlethan
There’s ‘ardly anythin’ at Ardlethan!
In a statement once was said;
So can we find an answer?
To put the matter to its bed.
True there’s ‘ardly any traffic
To be managed at traffic lights;
But there’s ‘ardly any smog around,
To dim the stars during our nights.
There’s ‘ardly a sniff of round-a-bout,
And ‘ardly a court, crescent or cul ‘d sac;
But there’s creek and scrub and birdsong
As you take the cemetery track.
There’s ‘ardly any carriage way
With exits to this and that;
But there is the Newell Highway,
With trucks pelting along the flat!
Then there’s Burley Griffin Way
Taking cars to western plains;
And parallel, the graincorp load
Is borne along by trains.
There’s the mighty London Pub,
Which has stood up to the floods;
Where a schooner’s yours to grip upon,
As you taste it’s kitchen’s grub.
There is no huge cathedral
To dominate the street;
But where can you find a place
To wash exactly twelve pairs of feet?
Now the story of the feet
Is a story worth a tell;
Given I was there that night,
I remember it quite well.
It was a Holy Thursday,
Twelve were gathered on that day;
So in our Church at Ardlethan,
Twelve were washed in Jesus’ way.
It touched something deep within me,
And though I’m not really one to bet;
I’ll wager many tomorrows
It’s an event I won’t forget.
Now back to our original question,
Seems there’s ‘ardly any doubt;
There’s as much to amuse in Ardlethan,
As any little town about.
Simon C.J. Falk 6 January 2013