At the Church Folk Club

We’re gathered here in undercroft
Far from pew and organ loft
To entertain mostly in song;
Familiar faces come along

And take their seats with drink in hand
To listen to guitar or band
Or pianist on ivory keys
When we begin, it’s “Quiet, please!”

Old favourites make us sing along
But on this stage a brand new song
Penned to delight the public’s ear
May have its first appearance here.

So old and new and tried and true
Folksy, comic, gospel, blue
All styles accepted, that’s the fun
You never know what is to come.

We amateurs like to “have a go”
Hence the varied mix on every show
Under St. Andrew’s gaze benign
Each one has a chance to shine.

(c) Poet in the woods 2013