Somewhere in the West

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Have you been to the place where I live?
It's a wonderful place you know.
Full of a history all of it's own.
Where imaginations are able to grow.

Have you been to the place where I live?
Surrounded by beautiful trees.
A place that has a pace of it own.
Yet to a visitor so much to give.

Have you been to the place where I live?
Where the sheep have the freedom to roam,
Where the deer can hide in the woods so deep.
And the boar can be seen if you know where to peep.

Have you been to the place where I live?
Withs it's ponds and its walks here and there.
Where the bluebells grow dense in the woods.
And the breeze throws their fragrance to the air.

Have you been to the place where I live?
Where children have freedom to play.
Where families meet and have bar-b-que days.
And are sad it's the end of their stay.

Have you been to the place where I live?
Where cyclists have places to roam.
Where stone work is quarried and trees they are felled.
In this working wood, I call home.

Then you have not been to the Forest of Dean,
To the West of the Gloucestershire way.
You are welcome my friend, kindly faces you'll see.
Where folks with a smile, bid you good day.

Copyright Annemari (C) 1st May 2009
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