I loved this poem from the local Village magazine “Reflecting Shebbear” and want to share it with you.
The 23rd Psalm as written by John Thorne Pett, the first person in Shebbear to own a Motor Car
The Ford is my car
I shall not want another.
It maketh me to lie down in wet places.
It soileth my soul.
Yea! Though it runs down into the valleys,
I m towed up the hills.
It leadeth me into deep waters,
It holds me to ridicule for its name’s sake.
It prepareth a breakdown for me,
In the presence of mine enemies.
Its rods and its engine discomfort me.
It anoints my face with oil.
Surely the thing won’t follow me all the days of my life,
Or I shall dwell in the house of the insane forever.
