My Adopted Home Poem by John Carter Brown

A northern town of character
I bravely left, to southward roam;
To relocate my family
In Dunster, my adopted home.

It's medieval majesty
And beauty far beyond compare;
A slice of rural Somerset
This Dunster that we came to share.

An ancient tiny hamlet
Recorded in the Domesday tome;
The river Avill winding through
This Dunster, my adopted home.

Resplendent in it's castle tall
Beside the working water-mill;
A piece of perfect England
Where time is still a standing still.

Oh Dunster, should I love you so?
Your streets by cobbled workers wrought;
My guilty love is yours to keep
As well as Lancashire I ought.

Written 1996