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My Dorset


MY  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

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