I came across this poem the other day. It’s written by a chap called Jack Kett, a lovely Norfolk man who was a former Head teacher at the local school and lay preacher at our local church, St. Peter’s, Haveringland. He and his wife were well known local charatcers who have both now passed on. Many of Jack’s poems describe the local Norfolk landscape.

You may recall that some of the money raised from our recent ‘Open Garden’ event is going towards the upkeep of St. Peter’s, which can be seen from our garden. This important local landmark is, sadly, no longer regularly used for church services, but it has a rich history, including having a second world war airfield plonked next to it, which has resulted in the church being a rather lonely feature in an otherwise flat landscape – the ‘Church in the Fields’.


St.   St. Peter’s Church, Haveringland

‘Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields’,

He said, ‘your lesson to learn’.

And here, in Haver’land’s fields today,

We also, in our turn,

Witness the pageant of seasons,

The ever – changing scene,

Which, where men work along with God

Turns gold, or brown, or green.


Let us remember our forbears,

Who in the years gone by

Surveyed a scene so different,

Yet under the same great sky.

The days of the Abbey, the Market,

The Manor, the Hall – all pass

Each down the road of history,

Now rubble under the grass.


Wars and rumours of wars have come

And gone, like the stately trees,

And now, where the noisy engines roared

We hear the hum of the bees.

We live in a world of changes,

Yet surely the lesson is clear –

Amidst it all, as on a rock,

St. Peter’s  stands here,


Symbol of Truths that never change,

Of a faith that never yields,

And we find the Eternal Peace of God

In His Church among the fields.


Jack Kett , 1960

Old School Gardener