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The Moorland River

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Down from a spring in the tor's sloping side
bubbles the river in infancy's pride,
over the boulders, 'neath red mountain ash,
into still pools which lay check to it's dash,
over brown troutlets and weeds waving green,
it tumbles and chortles and rushes on keen,
smoothly it flows past each heather-crowned brink,
down to the ford where the wild ponies drink,
then again madly it charges the stones,
leaping them, bouncing off, changing it's tones,

now roaring as foaming o'er boulders it glides,
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This is a poem by one of my ancestors which I found in a scrap book which I have recently inherited. It's too good not to share. I will try and add a date to it later it was from a newspaper cutting in the 1920's or there abouts. The family comes from Cornwall, hence the reference to the Tors (a rocky peak or hill on Dartmoor) .
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