A gent rode slowly down the lane,
Obliged by the flawless day.
A farmer, two hectares yon
Raked a meadow rife with hay.

The rider tempered his pace,
Perhaps to better survey.
A view was here unfolding,
A vista holding sway.

This was, after all, Alexandria.
The scenes of a graceful day
Blessed to those who would but heed
This inspired display.

This is our Alexandria.
We’re blessed with a common thread.
One of pastoral beauty
Exquisitely widespread.

After his pause of respite,
He bade his steed move on.
To live here in Alexandria
Would be his wont anon!