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lundego walks
i took a trip to lundego were gypsies camped in rain and snow on egdon heath by wareham moors where heather stretched in gypsy Roma lore the Carey walks with rhodey dens with trees so tall and song of wrens where streams were rich in woodlands lore there as a boy i saw it all the Sanford dells and stoborough green where folks all danced on Halloween the roadside vardos stranded there with gypsy rose and heather fair the moreton tracks and worgret heath where as kids we learned to cut our teeth the potato field of spiller jack with sacks of spuds upon our backs where fishes jumped and eels did slide through rivers rich and mills that roared with waters rich and wheat not spoiled where granary walls were hard and mean with views and walks to redcliffes beauty scenes the corn exchange beneath the clock far from the brambles and stingers docks where urchin children once there played upon the heaths of yesterdays Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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