An Ode to Colemans Hatch Bowling Club

In the heart of the Ashdown's gentle grace,

Where nature weaves its tapestry in embrace,

There lies a jewel, a sanctuary so grand,

Where souls gather, united hand in hand.

Colmans Hatch, a haven amidst the green,

Where dreams take flight, where spirits convene,

Bowling club, where laughter mingles with joy,

And competition dances, a game we enjoy.

Amidst the rolling meadows, whispers doth arise,

The clink of bowls, the laughter in disguise,

A symphony of camaraderie and cheer,

As friends and foes alike, draw ever near.

Oh, the beauty of the graceful arc and bend,

As anticipation mounts, hearts on the mend,

With each measured step, the bowler's soul unfurls,

A sacred dance, where hopes and dreams are hurled.

And as the sun sets, casting amber hues,

The bonds that were forged, forever shall fuse,

For in Colmans Hatch, a tale of kinship unfolds,

Where strangers become friends, and memories enfold.

So let us raise our bowls with love and delight,

Embrace the spirit, with divinity so bright,

Colmans Hatch Bowling club, a testament profound,

To the power of unity, forever unbound.

Composed by Neil Forrest, with a little help from the below:

Art E. Fishal

Intel E. Gents