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sights and sounds of Dorset
i see their building up the old granary where sailors sat and sailed to sea i see the markets on the quay where once i sat with sis Julie i see they love to boast this town with high grass walls all scattered round i see the swans still on the frome where as kids we loved to swim and roam i hear the bells of sweet Mary chime out the celebration spree where folks do wed and lovers sigh where as youths we passed the hours by oh wareham has its folks and more its histories tales and battles roar where Cromwell fought on corfes great hill whilst sheep there grazed by river still where dace and trout do fish surprise where miller mad was in disguise where Lawrence effigy was laid where grockels come to gazed parades where grass is green and cuckoos coo where warblers chirp with noble crew where cows do graze and farmers rent their cottages of sound content on worgret road neath yonder bridge the steam train chuff's and calls its bid where winding tracks sweep down to swanage bay where grockels come for holidays Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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