Rambling in Hardy’s BootsA Poem by Phill Oz O'feeA great day out...Rambling in Hardy’s Boots Steeped in the Dorset countryside Fresh sounds of the newborn lambs Hungrily bleating to patient ewes Sing in brisk winds on Toller Down Twas’ Hardy's penned Norcombe Hill Where Gabriel Oak initially proposed To fetchingly free Bathsheba Everdene By the fertile valley of the river Frome An hour’s inspiring eastwardly hike I’m welcomed by gold-stoned cottages And past Tess cottage where alleged Hardy's doomed heroine stopped to rest Dressed in 16th century draped attire Evershot’s Acorn Inn cited by Thomas Stands just along quant narrow street From bow-windowed village Post office I mused at what Tom might think today Knowing how popular his writes would be When wandering in such a tranquil place Where only a few enthusiasts seem to flee Just one leg covered in my Hardy’s boots Off next in search Casterbridge’s grandeur Known as Dorchester just down the valley In anticipation of tea in the Mayor’s parlour Copyright @ Phillozofee 2019 © 2019 Phill Oz O'feeFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on May 8, 2019 Last Updated on May 8, 2019 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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