Hilary Manning

Hilary was sitting on the Roman Road

When she saw St Peter harvesting the fields

She requested that he rest

And she shared her meagre lunch with him

After some thought Peter gave Hilary a small flint stone

He told her that even though the day was now warm

She would need it during the cooler months

 

Hilary Sold

I was sitting with Hilary in a fallow field

Not far from the dusty lane

My friend had been mute since birth

And for many years had been the useless chattel

Of the wandering men

I purchased her for a shilling at a Minster Mart

And now she resides in the pages of my book

Safe from those who might take advantage of her

 

Hilary Bathing

Hilary Wilton was bathing in the wide waters

That shared her unusual name

Many people were watching her swim

And marvelled at the association

Later as the day became hot

They entered the waters and shared her recreation

 

Hilary at the Windmill  

She faced the breeze even on the most benign of days

Today the air was hot and she stood proudly without resolution

No-one knew of her histories

But once a year her sails were painted a pure white

And her drum bricks were reappointed

By the craftsmen of the county