Cotswold Poems - Poems about Cotswold

...As the clocks creep, unknown... again, my summer's call, of Calendulas, and Cotswold stone, crumbles, in compliance, that this, beauty, cannot be…here, for me, alone. ......

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...Gerry the giraffe am I on tiptoes six metres high In Africa I was born in the wild & grew up there as a child I went exploring as I was very bold & now I reside in the English Cotswold ......

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...This morning I went for a country stroll Saw greenery of summer at its best But off road walking had taken its toll So the next stop was an Inn for a rest . Ploughman's I ordered wit......

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...The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart. People come from far and wide to hike the Cotswold Way, And from B......

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...I was not born here but I’ll probably see out my years here. Circumstances brought me here twenty or so years ago and I’m still here It’s a river town, a fisherman’s town and a day tripper’s town. ......

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