Four Hardy Poets (Walk.Listen.Create submission)
Four Hardy Poets
Four hardy poets this November day,
Set off through Bincombe, 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 puffed up the incline,
Crossing roads, through sessile oak
Waterproofs dripping, so-so-soaking wet, ‘ing wet, ‘ing wet, ‘ing wet,
Oh yes, it were so 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 quickly, quickly, quickly!
Raining! Raining! Quickly! Quickly!
Golden carpets did greet our feet
When t' rain had stopped, oh chestnuts, sweet!
Then ancient beech did line our way
To Walford's Gibbet, Larch a-sway.
We're nearly there, our muscles aching,
Yes, oh yes, aching, oh aching!
One last descent before we go,
High-sided narrow hedg-er-ow,
Four poets, four hours, friendly banter
Feeling better for their canter!
Glad we made it in one piece!
Oh yes, oh yes, one piece, oh peace!
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