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on canford magna roadWe drove to canford magna road with rhododendron's on the way the lane was steep and pastures wide hadn't been there for don't know when we passed the school where kids did play and cuckoos chirped each day out by the merley waste about where the houses spread their way on village life was quiet then in days of lady wimbornes time where zunners knew their place where toffs were mean and lads were lean where farmers worked the land whilst bees did buzz amongst the fuzz whilst children played their games down such country lanes the cottages were declared with thorns of roses red and white the bricks were red where poets led their dreams into the night the cottage thatched and tall green grass with narrow lanes to walk the talk was proud where willows bowed and chestnuts fell to ground whilst gypsy crew from here to Poole made flowers fit for shrouds the meadows sweet with berries to eat and daisies at your feet where folks did pray and some did say that church is where you'll meet the school still stands within those grounds and the village sleeps for sure saved by the plans of wisdom's man though rabbits run for cover true far from the shores of Bournemouth core just a journey up from Poole the birds do sing there from winters to spring and summers play the tune where lady did live and heart did give to bless the peoples core the likes of her we'll see no more yet the village speaks its all the Dorset bricks and common tricks of poets steeped in grace cannot explain the heritage fame of guests that once did preach the rights of man to understand the beauty of this place Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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