PERTON POEM FOR THE MILLENNIUM

By Christine Hawthorne

If I had a time machine,
To visit days gone by,
Perton would be Peartown,
Now let me tell you why,
From Perton Ridge to Bridgnorth Road,
That`s where old Perton lay,
And there a type of pear was grown,
That`s what old records say.

The manor known as Peartown,
Ten centuries ago,
Owned by Edward the Confessor,
And then an Abbot don’t you know,
A hundred years later, It passed on to a Lord,
William Perton was his name,
Hope you`re not getting bored!

Through the hands of many courtiers,
Perton manor passed around,
Until sold on to a merchant,
Name of Leveson it’s been found,
Then Sir Walter he bought Perton,
Back in sixteen sixty two,
Wrottesley was his surname,
The first of quite a few,
Perton Hall, the place they lived in,
Has been gone for quite a while,
Demolished in the thirties,
Already just a pile!

In the wars it was an airfield,
And I mean both one and two,
In between the flying circus,
Yes honestly that`s true!
Would have been a fighter station,
That originally was the plan,
Mainly helped to train the pilots,
All very brave, every man,
A stone is set in memory,
To honour one and all,
It sits on the main runway,
So that we may all recall,

Now Perton is a village,
The roads all have a theme,
Named after famous people,
Or places, that’s the scheme,
There are castles, there are rivers,
Do you know just where they are,
And for engineers and poets,
You don’t have to travel far,
There are artists, explorers, architects too,
And RAF Stations, to name but a few,
If you walk around Perton,
You will see what I mean,
How many of the road names,
Fit into the scheme.

We should be proud of Perton Village,
For its history tells the tale,
Of Perton through the ages,
Let Community prevail!