79. Beverly Minster

I learnt to take my hat off when I walked through your doors

I used to visit you once a year

I learnt not to run around and shout around those praying people you held

When I was so small I needed lifting up to look in the ceiling mirror

I used to scribble my name in your visitors book

Buy key rings ornaments and bookmarks from your shop

Put pennies in your donation plates

And pounds in your honesty box