In Ambridge’s fields, a voice falls silent,
A century’s tale, now gently closed.
June Spencer, our Peggy, resilient,
Through airwaves, her spirit still glows.
From war-torn youth to radio’s dawn,
She breathed life into rural lore.
Through seasons of change, steadily drawn,
Her character grew, forevermore.
Peggy’s trials, June’s own reflection,
Art and life, a poignant blend.
Dementia’s shadow, a shared connection,
Both on air and off, she’d transcend.
For seven decades, her voice rang clear,
A matriarch of the English air.
From firebrand youth to elder dear,
She shaped a world beyond compare.
Now silent, the mic she long embraced,
But echoes linger, strong and true.
In Ambridge’s heart, she’s firmly placed,
A legacy forever new.
Farewell, dear June, your story told,
In annals of time, forever bold.
Your voice, a treasure we’ll always hold,
In memories that never grow old.
Bob Lynn / 08-Nov-2024
