Stroud

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