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longham walkyesterday we walked to longham kinson common n mead on the way saw about 500 rabbits they were in the fields at play we walked out to where the stables once skirted the bridle paths there were ponies in the meadows we whistled and we laughed they have built upon the beauty the woodlands and the green rows of mansion houses destroyed most of the scenes we stopped upon the river bank the stour was in full flow it must have been a heron giving us quite a show there were swans of regalia floating with fisher boys with lines we sure loved it in longham the scenery divine we dropped into the bridge house to telly savallis it once belonged he would drop in on his helicopter on Lolly's he was strong we walked back through old kinson the bridge which German's prisoners built the st Andrews church n grounds where Gulliver's tomb did tilt though longham was delightful with its lady guests fine cottage house its thatched roofs and its quaintness its still quiet as a mouse except for the flow of traffic along the ringwood road though its kept its unique character with its field mice and its toads Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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