A New Shropshire Lad
This landscape that is natures best
The hills this county has bequest
Of Shropshire ilk and soil born
Such pride and dignity adorn
A beauty formed, such oral splendour
Melts the thoughts of every gender
Even men of simplest mind
Of natures beauty can't be blind
The very God's do cry and weep
Such beauty shared not their's to keep,
For Shropshire's heart it knows no bounds
From rolling hills, historic towns
Of evenings splendour talk can I
On Myndds beneath the redest sky
'The Teme' in angered winters flow
The Hills of 'Clee' in depth of snow.
A spectacle compared to none
To watch the Wrekin's setting sun,
The span of steel on Severn's spine
A bridge of Iron marking time
A County true to it's own heart
My soul will hold and never part
And though I see through favoured eyes
The greenest land, the bluest skies
Shropshire stands amongst the Kings
As if so etched from angels wings
But none so rich consider I
That live amongst her bye and bye.
If life should lead you down our way,
Then be prepared... You'll want to stay.
poem by Dave James
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