Victorian Post Box

The Village Post Box

The Village post box, that I be,
So pop your letter inside of me,
I’ll keep it safe; I’ll keep it sound,
Until collected on the next round.

It is thro’ me you can depend,
To send your letter to a friend,
Around the world my arms do spread,
That’s why I’m always painted red.

I’m sure you’re grateful, that I know,
I’m here in rain, wind or snow,
Your letter will be safe inside,
To travel across the oceans wide.

By Peter Pugh

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