I came across the following delightful poem by Dorothy Grigs in a copy of The Sussex County Magazine dated September 1950:
Bind me a posy of names for remembrance,
Fresh with a wind that comes over the hay,
Sweet with the song of a lark newly risen,
Bright with the light of a long summer day.
With salt from the Channel,
And thyme from the Downlands,
Sprinkle the posy and safe let it lie.
These are the names I would keep in the posy,
Safe by my side till the day that I die.
Southease and Hartfield, Appledore, Ringmer,
Glyndebourne and Wiston, Winchelsea, Rye.