The Vale of the Bride by

Douglas Northover

Photo - Jack Bailey

On land or sea, wherever I've been

My thoughts have come back to my own native scene:

From Bridehead's calm pool to Freshwater's tide,

The lovely green vale of the small River Bride.

 

Of Chesil's steep crubb when winter seas roll,

Of Chilcombe's quaint Church, and Puncknowle's high knoll

I think once again, and somewhere inside

My heart swells with love for the Vale of the Bride.

I see gentle hills, and the green water meads

The pools and the bars where the grey heron feeds,

Oh just take me home, and there let me bide

In the peace and the calm of the Vale of the Bride.

 

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