New Forest

We’re going on our holidays
We’re heading out down south
To lands where ponies graze at will
Quite near to Beaulieu’s mouth

To wander in the forest
Meander near a stream
To walk amongst a jewel in crown
To live and breathe the dream

Where heath rolls out before the eye
And coppice rolls into
A forest that dates back through years
And really’s far from “New”

And for a few days wrapped in peace
We’ll take a little while
To enjoy such magnificence
And beauty with a smile

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