ANDREW BLAKEMORE - Bedstraw

The bedstraw does grow on the downs and the hillsides,
Its flowers do shine like the gold of the sun,
The cliffs and the coves and the arches and headlands,
Filling my soul like a new day begun.
And I gaze to the shingle shore
And at the sea so blue,
And watch the waves come rolling in
A mesmerising view.

The air is so sweet and breathes life to the living,
The grassland does dance as the wind starts to blow,
The chalk laden pathway that leads by the water,
Carries me onwards to where it does go.
And I gaze at the scenery
And to the countryside,
That's all around so beautiful
And reaches far and wide.

To Lulworth so fine it can capture a heartbeat,
Scenes of its wonder so hard to forget,
Watching the sunrise unveiling its secrets,
Warming my senses as sun starts to set.
And the glow of the beams that shine
Burn like a crimson fire,
So deep and rich the embers of
The land I so desire.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

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