poems by Donald James Dolby
Following in the Footsteps of Shepshed Sam
’Twas many years ago when Shepshed Sam
Put on his coat and hat
And went in search of a drink
With his old friend Matt.

His journey is legend
And I thought if I can
I will follow in the footsteps
Of Shepshed Sam.

The Black Swan, of course,
I know very well
But it was only a start
So I could not dwell.

The Central Club
I know not where
But the Blue Ball Inn
Still fronts the Market Square.

I cannot say that I had a drink
In all the pubs in town
But I managed a pint
Across the road in The Crown.

A jar or two Sam enjoyed
While listening to tall tales
But he had better luck than me
In finding The Prince of Wales.

The Lifeguardsman too I cannot see
Nor the Bulls Head or The Queen
Gone from Shepshed everyone one
Much to the drinking man’s chagrin.

Sam then went to the Richmond Arms
On Forest Street – still there
It still stands proud amid a row
Of terraced houses fair.

Tucked away in Sullington Road
The Bull and Bush would still lead Sam astray
Till on up Charnwood Road
Two more – both with the name Railway.

This epic trail took Sam afar
To the edge of Shepshed Town
Up here to the Jolly Farmers
One that we are glad has not been pulled down.

The White Horse was not so lucky
I know not where it stood
And the De Lisle Arms – no longer a pub
But the takeaways are good.

Now Sam hopped on a Midland Red
Right to the Foresters door
I could not follow old Sammy’s lead
For bus and pub, they are no more.

Back in Charnwood Road
The Royal Oak is gone
The Britannia perhaps the most forlorn
As the memories linger on.

The Red Lion still thrives
On the corner of the square
But Sam had been to many a pub
And sampled all their fayre.

Finally at the Pied Bull’s door
Served a pint by a genial host
Out of the corner of my eye
I swear I glimpsed old Sam –
or maybe just his ghost.
Notes :-
July 2013