A Poem of Cranleigh, Christmas 1940 How many times we’ve traversed the hills and meadows green,In times not too far distant, when life was calm, ...

Eyes by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby Eyes for looking eyes for lying,Eyes for laughing and for crying,Eyes for seeing but not ...

His Other Side by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby He was the local villain,Young without much brain.A little bit too punchy,A little bit ...

I took a walk by CranleighOn Surrey’s lovely edgeTo put the clock back thirty yearsAnd see the windmill hedgeI was a boy at CranleighAnd she was Heaven to ...

“It’s good to talk” by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby He liked to sort out bulliesWhen young was bullied himselfHe remembered the pain and ...

But now I’m growing older... by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby Just when I think I’m all aloneAnd sinking in my mind,I remember all the ...

Springtime in a country churchyard by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby This churchyard whispered “Spring is here”As flowers reached out to ...

Under the Lych-Gate by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby The summer sun has found our vicarDozing in his favourite chairUnder the lych-gate, ...

Come sit with me (for an old friend down on his luck) by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby When this lazy old sun has fallen asleep And stolen ...

Never Said I Was Perfect by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby Never said I was perfect,Didn’t believe that I was.Looking over my shoulder,Saw ...

Compassion by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby It was only about a month agoWhen Ted lost his job through the recessionAnd took to the bottle, ...

St Nicolas Church, Cranleigh or old gravestones leaning by Raymond HoltAn ex Cranleigh village Bobby Old gravestones leaning, Like tipsy drunken ...