Coventry Poetry

The Coventry I Remember, by M. S. Garratt I shall remember the city I love Her tall spires gleaming, gold tipped above. Godiva processions, the ancient fair, And where the centuries met in Broadgate square With glittering windows of bright modern shops And above on the skyline, old mossy rooftops, Peeping Tom staring at all who passed by The great market clock, n'er telling a lie. I shall remember the beauty of dawn That shone on the wreck that November morn. Gone, the old buildings the pride of the city And homes of the poor, Oh Lord have pity. Yet brave were the smiles that shone through the tears Though night must come with horror and fears, And still the proud spires looked up to the sky Godiva's fair city would never die. I shall remember the dear friends I knew Who gave up their lives "True Coventry Blue" And the sirens that screamed as they laid them to rest In one long grave forever blessed. Our great Cathedral, dim and all holy With quiet sanctuary and care for the lowly Where the spirits of those from ages passed Did join in our prayers until the last. I must remember 'ere Christ was dead In pain and anguish still he said "Forgive them for they know not what they do" And so on the day when our dreams come true, When the last "All clear" has died away, Let me remember lord that I may pray, My life forever more shall worthier be Of those who died for Coventry