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the dorset life
The castle of adventure high upon the hill the quiet little village where is the flowing rivers mill the tumbling heather meadows the grassy purbeck tracks the wayward traveler returns a rucksack on his back the high point oer the valley the twinkling summer nights the seaside and the meadows the stones of purbeck white the harbor and the mainland the pottery and the park where the dolphins swims at daybreak at the singing of the lark its the Hardy blooming country where the Barnes tall statue stands where dorsets tolpuddle martyrs once formed a loyal band where john the artist painted gypsies o so grand theres the little commonwealth shaftesbury school i view the camp where Lawrence rode near the liitle meadow haystacks herein lived the wareham miller mad the markets and the country folk the squires and granddad by the lady wimborne cottage the dairies sold their milk by the cowsheds and the rivers where the wandering minstrels made their sounds neath grassed walls around the olde wareham town soft down beneath your head a flower for your pretty hand garlands for your bed a rose to plant beneath the bough and a kiss beneath the leaves its a dorset life for me Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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