THE PUB
by Barrie Powell
We will stop for a drink, you've not been here before
Mind your head going in, it's a very low door
Evening, Sue, how are you? Yes, I'm glad to be here
Two pints of your best if you would, please my dear
At the heart of the village through four centuries or more
It survived fire, plague and flood and more than one war
In the last one, some US airmen made it their club
Completely knocked out by an old English pub
Their place to relax, a quiet place to hide
That plaque bears the names of all those who died
It has served the farms, village and even the mansion
But tomorrow it's bulldozed for Airport Expansion
