Farnham, a beautiful town, humble and silent with heritage strewn,
The churches and graveyards, the pitches and parks,
The healthy smiles and the hovering milestones, all lined up for the visitors galore,
So calm, so elegant, they speak from within,
Language very subtle but kind gestures making up for it.
A community within a community, I would say,
Where every place is a poet’s turf and every space springs a poem’s verse.
Far from the urban grind you stand alone at peace, never left out, even if you opt to be.
