A poem for our dear friend Luke Appleby
By Nikki Aston
A page I will steal from James Copp’s book
To tell you about our dear friend
Please don’t panic, A rapper I’m not
Don’t worry, not long till the end!
Nearly 2 years ago
When I came to Buckles
‘You’ll be working with Luke’ they said
Little did I know, The journey we’d take
And the things that would lie ahead
Polite he was, Right at the start
And his character soon shone through
A joker, a wine snob, a dry sense of humour
Always up for fun too.
M&S walks at lunch A trip to Philpotts
Were the normal routine of our day
An afternoon cuppa, An emergency biscuit
That’s how we rolled – Ok?!
A few months ago, He wasn’t quite right
In our heart of hearts we knew it
‘Don’t worry’ he said ‘I’ll go to the doctor’s’
‘I’ll be back to work in a bit’
Fast forward to now, And here we all are
With a gaping hole that is left
Luke – if you were here
If only we could say
We are nothing short of bereft
But sad we can’t stay
Let’s think of the good times
And what a hero you are
Always so brave Always a gent
From our hearts, you’ll never be far.
