|
durzetat the foot of the maidens castle not far from Dorchester town the teacher wrote his poetry and called it durzet down on the road to wareham town the market stalls were busy the town hall clock did chime and hardy wrote of Tess by wool on the downs on the road to bere clouds hill lodge was nigh where Lawrence rode his triumphs and tis moreton where he lies the durzet heather is scented with nectar of the bee whilst the dolphins ride the waves at Poole far out to the sea Augustus drew the gypsies and painted heather view but i was just a child then and kinson was the parish capital of Poole Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
|
|
| |||||||||||||||||||
|