Open House For Friend Donald Meikle

A poem

Cupped in the hills the village lies.
A veritable paradise
far from the city's noisiness.
A place of peace and quietness.

It's not an easy place to find
and harder still to leave behind.
Although well off he beaten track
once you have been you will come back.

Its is a small community
some houses and a hostelry
Which in the evening quickly fills
with folks from the surrounding hills.

They're not averse to strangers
here their friendliness is quite sincere.
Although you're not a regular
you will be served as if you are.

Mine host does not discriminate
and is prepared to tolerate.
No prejudice of any sort
and will eject without a thought.

Any one who chooses to
express a prejudicial view.
Against somebody's race or creed
Because to him there is no need.

All men are men and nothing more
and here the landlord's word is law.
All breeds and creeds are welcome here
to sample mine hosts home brewed beer.

To drink and chat, play dominoes
Sit by the open fire and doze.
A peaceful rural sanctuary
The kind of place a pub should be.29-Dec-08 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers