Thomas Tyler

Born in Lower Beeding
In West Sussex
The Tyler’s a big family
Even at the time
10 sons and 3 Daughters
Lived their early lives
Newells pond
Just up the road
Carp
there Perch and Bream
The woods around the fields around
Poaching yes the cream

of wildness and a reason
For the family to be
Eating well and getting by
Let’s say creatively

A wild pond deep and muddied
Trees bow at its edge
An environment of naturalness and wonder
The creator in his wisdom just might pledge
A right royal spirit in the dark midst
Erring on a solid base
All sorts of weed and other fish were present
Where Ducks and coots certainly did grace

Holy Trinity Church close to the cross roads
It’s great red doors unusual in a way
The graveyard carrying local bodies
And all the current wild plants too
The ramp out to the car park
Where a cat once walked, one of the few
Who did so on the wet cement not dried enough apparently
And clearly left her prints for ever
A single trail now permanently.

A kitty who seems anonymous
She may not be alive today
A lady violinist spoke
Of true creativity
The wealth of timbers
Oaken pews
The leaded lights
The constant dues
The creaking latches
History
Stands full force
And remarkably.

A Robin comes
A blackbird too
A wealth of wildlife
Remains the clue
Upon the grave stones
Etched with age
The various names
Scratched off the page
By the force of time
And weathering
Though Spiritedly some even sing.

Born in Little Beeding Horsham 30-06-1904
Died 18-04-1978 in Hemel Hempstead Hertfordshire.