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My DorsetMY DORSET I wandered o'er these heath lands Where the sun comes up each dawn Where the rabbits run to greet you Each and early morn Where the meadows and the pastures Are blessed by gods own hands Where the farmer and the tourists Savor this sweet land From Lyme to Christchurch Priory Through Wereham with its mill The effigy of Lawrence In the church upon the hill The river Frome and Stour The swans that sail on by The pastures and the meadows The birds up in the skies there's a view to send you crazy a scene to blow your mind with hills of Maiden Castle Creche Burrow you will find The quay of Poole that flourished In times of pirates bold Where Gulliver sailed the waters Contraband and Spanish gold Woodes rogers sailed to Newfoundland With Ropes and hopes and dreams Poole pottery is famous Like Dorset's haunting scenes I strolled the hills of Purbeck Saw that Portland stone Which Wren used for London And all those grand celestrial homes Here Hardy wrote his novels Barnes penned poetry Stevenson lived at Westbourne With views out to the sea There's views like Corfes Castle With Rivers running free Where the books of Enid Blyton Came to life for me Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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