Four hardy poets waxing gibbous (Group Walk Three: Bin Combe Loop)
Our poet-knights this November day, Set off through Bin Combe, waterproofed, yay! The Autumn leaves aglow with amber Spurred them forth, no keener ramblers Ever, oh ever, did I see, I see Oh ever did I see! Beneath an arch, a portal zone, They hiked with gusto - creaks and groans Did hear they from the wood surrounds, But fear they not the muddy ground Oh yes, oh yes the squelchy-squelch Oh yes, the squelchy squelch! Traversing ancient boundary lines Our poets make it up th'incline, Crossing roads, through sessile oak Thy waterproofs drying, not too soak - Ing wet, ing wet, ing wet, ing wet, Oh yes, it weren't too wet! Two roads converged in our walk-wood Two of us took less travelled, good! In search of Lady's Spring we went But on arrival she was spent! Oh yes, dear lady, lady well, Oh dear, oh well oh well! Combe to combe Coco did bounce Scruffling leaves, a squirrel, pounce! Onwards upwards to Dowsborough Fort But not today, we thought, we ought - To march more quickl