In Norfolk's fields, where sunshine gleams,
A metal detectorist's dream beams.
Malcom Weale, with passion so bright,
Unearthed a treasure, a true delight.
A gold mourning ring, from 18th Century's past,
Gleaming in the sun, forever to last.
Linked to Gawdy Hall Estate, a family so fine,
A piece of history, truly divine.
Sir Bassingbourne Gawdy, a baronet so grand,
Died in a hunting accident, in 1723's land.
Aged 56, his life cut short and so bright,
A gold ring in memory, a heartfelt sight.
Malcom Weale danced with joy, at the discovery so rare,
A treasure hunter's dream, beyond compare.
He'd searched for 18 months, with patience so true,
And finally found it, in a field anew.
The ring was crafted in gold and enamel so fine,
A medieval treasure, truly sublime.
With other finds, like coins and rings so bright,
Malcom Weale's collection, a true treasure in sight.
In Norfolk Coroner's Court, the treasure was declared,
To be taken to the British Museum, with valuations so fair.
The finder and landowner, will receive a sum so grand,
For the treasure unearthed, in this Norfolk land.
Malcom Weale's a detectorist, with passion so pure,
He's found treasures before, like a hoard of Roman coins so sure.
Last year was a good year, with rainfall so high,
Moisture levels in the ground, made the finds go by.
With metal detecting, you never know what you'll find,
Days, weeks, or months, the search is always on your mind.
Or sometimes just 20 minutes, and you'll make a great score,
Like Malcom Weale did, with the gold ring in store.
The Gawdy family's history, is one of might and old,
Descended from a French knight, with a story so bold.
Naturalised and settled, in Suffolk's land so fair,
The Gawdy Hall estate, a treasure beyond compare.
Guthrum, the Viking warlord, with a penny so rare,
Malcom Weale's find, a treasure beyond compare.
A medieval silver ring, and a Viking penny so bright,
A treasure hunter's dream, a true delight.