2025 Bovey Farmer's Day Medallion HUn

Where paths converge and silence lingers,
A resting place awaits the seeker.
The journey's thread is woven strong,
But only patience leads you along.

Seek the shade where the founder's name is known,
Beneath tall pines where seeds were sown.
Where history whispers through the night,
Still, the secret's kept just out of sight.

Before the glass that drinks the sky,
Encased by sentinels standing high,
Lies a haven where stories pause,
And quiet steps tread nature's laws.

Beyond where oars disturb still slumber,
Past where laughter rings on swinging beams,
Where children's voices weave the air,
And footsteps fade on softened ground,
Find the calm where secrets rest profound.
 

Beneath the guardian's seat,
Where blossoms nod on a gentle rise,
Beside the path that climbs the quiet hill,
Lies the secret the patient prize.

If still you wander, lost and worn,
Return to Cotton Beach's path up the hill.
Beneath the seat where metal meets earth,
Near blossoms blooming in their birth,
Beside the trail that climbs with grace,
Your prize awaits in this quiet place.