In Hampsthwaite's heart, a sanctuary stands,
Where Village Room, a gathering place demands,
A testament to Letitia's wise decree,
A space for meetings, parties, and history.

The hall, a beacon of community light,
From birthdays to anniversaries, a place for sight,
To share the love, the joy, the fun,
And leave with memories that never run.

A place for organisations too,
Where minds can meet and great things ensue,
A place for businesses, for all to see,
The potential that lies within our Hampsthwaite tree.

Coffee mornings, catch-ups, and craft fairs,
Events that bring the village together, with hearts that share,
A place for laughter, for creativity,
Where neighbours become friends, in unity.

And soon, a library it shall be,
A place where knowledge is set free,
A nod to history, to the past,
Where minds can wander, and dreams do last.

So come, dear friends, to the Village Room,
Where Hampsthwaite's spirit shines, like a radiant bloom,
A place where everyone can find their place,
In this vibrant, welcoming community space.