MADAM, I'm a Herefordshire man through and through but am getting a little older - in the nicest possible way I'm not far from the end of my own little adventure! Anyway, I've been reading through some of my old poems from my army days on my old home county of Herefordshire. I have so many little poetic reflections on this home of mine I think it's time to share them.

I know I'm a Hereford man but my wife's family have been Ross for generations, still there every week!

Sgt. Leslie Moffat

St. James, Hereford

The Herefordshire Traveller

I took a stroll through Lancashire - 'twas nice, but not quite right.

I wandered calmly to Carlisle, but alas only stayed a night.

I briefly visited London city, to be blinded by the lights,

But for this old Hereford soldier, Herefordshire is alright!

I glanced across at Worcester - no offence, not for me!

Perhaps a trip to Monmouth, but alas not quite happy.

I even considered Cardiff but it was simply plain to see,

For this old Hereford soldier, Herefordshire is the one for me!

There is but one cathedral that makes this trooper cry,

There but one quaint market town for me, they call it Ross-on-Wye.

There is but one place to be born, live, love, rejoice and die.

I'm a Herefordshire soldier, of this I can't deny."