Song of Croham Hurst

Mrs. Emma Peterson of Hurst Way has been kind enough to contribute this poem in praise of her beloved Croham Hurst. I believe that beneath the naivete there is something Wordsworthian about it.


Song of Croham Hurst

Hurst of my dreams, Hurst that I yet adore
Hurst where I played when I was only four
Hurst lush, Hurst green, Hurst chalky and Hurst stony
Hurst where at six I played My Little Pony

Hurst, Croham Hurst, the years roll by like gravel
And yet my happy memories can't unravel
I love thee Hurst, I love thy hills and waters
And also my husband and my two dear daughters.

(C) Emma McKittrick Peterson 2011