A poem about the unique place where I grew up...
Searching they came
Tramping the hills
Roaming the valleys
Observing it all
Utterly transfixed in
Delight and wonder
Stoping to gaze
The travellers see
Round-about and Ecotricity
Obscurity and eccentricity
Unusual may be
Dull it is not
Seeking the country
Tractors and Wellies
Roaring log fires
Overeaten bellies
Unseen big cats
Dandelion meadows
Standing in awe
Tasting the beer
Rugby and football
Oh we have it all 'ere
Unique mills and
Derelict mansions
Surveying the cows
The ice-cream factory
Rambling footpaths
Over common land
Untold history and
Delights to be found
This is the place that we call STROUD.
©revdjo 13/11/14
