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dorset manwhen Barnes was in Dorchester reside the purbecks were true countryside the egdon heath was a desolate place where the peasant folks they knew their place where geese n gander hissed all day and little zunners ran and played where grass was green and banks were high where rivers n streams set the scene across the durzet countryside from wool bridge manor to lulworths door across egdon heath to studland shore the grass was tall and manners fine where toffs and lords drank berry wine in wareham town on Thursday morn the gypsies came to collect the corn the corn exchange twas packed with farmers too the market place sold lambs from wool the trees were high and rivers wide where samways kissed his future bride the swanage crew were set to shore and weymouth beach was waiting for lords and ladies kings and queens pastors clergy and foreign deans Poole harbor was the place to be famed for its cargo's out to sea hardy wrote of these times romantic notions and tales of woe people places from Poole to lundigo tolpuddle men met in secret haunts to form the union of free men from ranks of time and history purbeck was born from out of the sea an island set in purbeck stone with lanes and hills and dips and dales country folk sights and smells heathered hills and grassy walls listen to the thrush that calls the surfing seas the silvery sands the poetic words of the durzet man Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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