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Lanes Of Lustleigh

 

The lanes of Lustleigh softly green

And sprinkled with Spring flowers

‘Twas here we ambled hand in hand

And shared those sunlit hours

Through orchard playground wound our path

Past May Queens’ granite throne

And steeply up to reach a ridge

And Tor of tumbled stone

Then down to reach the valley floor

Through bracken fronds and gorse

And on to cross the river’s rush

Where boulders tamed its course

A luncheon stop and then return

To bridge the Bovey’s spate

And climb through woods of bluebell haze

That led to Heaven’s Gate

A garden cream tea with warm cake

A walk past cricket green

A cosy meal in village pub

And back by torchlight beam

Within the mill, beside the stream

Upon our antique bed

We talked close-linked in darkened room

And time too quickly sped.

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