dorset boyhood

   it was a dorset boyhood
      like a walk in the park
      a stroll on the hillsides
      or a light in the dark

      all of the memories came flooding my way
      the walk up at corfe on a summer bright day
      the cows in the meadows and the lambs all at play
      the horses out riding or the light in the bay

      the cowslips and clover on top of the hill
      the view of the valley where the rivers lay still
      the steam train with hooting and the tears in your eyes
      the walks across the purbecks all of my enterprise

      the castle of adventure that beckons me there
      with Enid blytons stories and the lights of the fair
      the market at wareham and the walls that surround
      the views from the meadows and the leaves on the ground

      the boyhood that called me back once again
      the sounds of the cuckoo and the chickens let out from their pens
      the talk of the yokels with zunners a few
      with daisy chains scattered with little boy blue

      the chimes of the church bells at st Marys today
      the run oer the heath lands where we did once play
      the chase on the saw pits and the sandpit's each day
      the lizards and grass snakes within the tall hay

      the walks to stobourough to collect chestnuts at dusk
      the lights in the harbor at Poole was a must
      the pirates at lulworth with ships on display
      with the durdle door opened and the ship in the bay

      its all just a memory and to reason to share
      a walk through ole dorset beyond compare
      with hardy and Lawrence at clouds hill remote
      we lived in our dreams with our lives full of hope


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