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Whilst out walking
Whilst walking along our country lanes
lined with gorse and coloured heathers
Sun glints up from house window panes
Best to walk here in summer weathers
Hill topped off with castle, and
monument tall
Watch out children, don't you fall
The hills are scattered with rocks around
Amongst wild
flowers on the ground
Valerian here, forget me not there
Patches where the grass is bare
Here and
there are children skipping,
Not bothered by the gross fly tipping
This lovely scenery spoilt by those
Who
all of their rubbish do dispose
Of anywhere, that's out of their hands
With no respect for our green lands
For hundreds of years this hill has been
Treasured by many who enjoy the scene
People on horseback, ride the
track
Wave to passers by, who wave right back
Folk walking dogs, or flying kites
Mountain bikers on their
bikes
Teams, kids and adults, playing football
Fun and games for one and all
The sun rising oer the
hill
Colours it in an orange glow
Shining like a fire agleam
As in the postcards we all know
Then
at dawn it lowers it's beam
Pinks and reds burn the sky again
To let us know it's time to rest
And so we
wander back down the lane
Home to our families we go
Whilst the sun is setting low
Meals to cook,
and lawns to mow
In our houses down below
Houses that have been there hundreds of years
Have known the work,
the joy, the tears
Housed many a family, young and old
With many a tale so oft retold
Of miners climbing
up this hill
Fred, and george and alf and bill
Home cooked pasties, each man will eat
Filled with potato,
onion and meat
Some cooked to recipes handed down
Through generations in the town
Fathers brothers uncles
sons
Bringing up the tin by tons
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A different glow
Yesterday
our hill was aflame with colour
Heathers bloomed in every hue
Wild flowers growing with abandon
Pinks and
yellows, orange and blue
That was in the early morning
As the sun was shining bright
Later in the
day was different
The hill aglow with another light
A tiny spark had caught the gorse
Dry from a week
with no rain
Suddenly the wind blew up
And fanned the naked flame
Bushes close by caught alight
It spread like water poured
A serpent of flames crawled up the hill
This hill we all adored
Beaters
came to stem the fire
Which spread so rapidly
Smoke billowing up across the sky
So wide for all to see
The fire was far from in control
Spreading far and wide
Poor rabbits lost their homes today
Now
who knows where they'll hide
Birds nests too will all be gone
Waiting for eggs that now won't come
A
generation of singing birds have flown
To find another home
What once was beautiful, quiet, serene
Is
now a blackened mass
The fire destroyed the lovely scene
By a careless spark, alas
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Druids Lodge
Druids Lodge our house is called
Built long ago, and granite walled
It's origins
to us a mystery
Shrouded in the years of history
Two hundred and fifty years old, they say
Still standing as strong
as ever today
Five hundred feet below, the shaft of a mine
Long ago closed, forgotten by time
Wheal Druids
was the name of that pit
Was this house named after it?
Or did the druids give it their name
Call the mine, and
the Lodge, both the same
Once a workhouse, so the maps say
It housed the folk who couldn't pay
To give their
family clothes and bed
Providing them with their daily bread
Folk who were sick, or simply in need
A very harsh
regime there ruled indeed
Or did it house Druids, do you think that it would
All dressed in habits, covered with
hood
Roaming the hillside, gathering wood
To burn in the down hearth fireplace
It would need lots of fuel
To
heat this big space
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