Dear Ipswich, How are things with you?
For Ipswich we should always hold a warmth:
A site of age-old footfall and renown;
Traders, merchants from both east and north
Barter on a river-bend: an ancient town.
In Ipswich there will always be a trace
Of malt and grain, of iron-grit grime of years.
The tang of toil and task about the place;
Then brewers, foundry men and engineers.
In Ipswich, well-worn walks beyond the quays
See aggregates, cement and forest goods.
In town financial fields show expertise
Unlike the times when smokes and corsets could.
These days and echoes past we should admire-
But our future is to what we must aspire.
Tony Marsden
Retired Teacher
