The Durzut Baird

A few from many delightfull poems penned by Ray Wills the Dorset Baird .Ray has penned hundreds of poems ,and

with a big focus on his native Dorset please visit his site to read some lovely poems that will evoke your childhood memories

 when the pace of life was much slower and gentle and all things seemed wonderful to a young lad or lass.

         Poetry and verse by the Dorset Poet Raymond Wills

A little Info about Ray . Dorset Baird !.

I present a wide range of my work here and hope that you will continue to visit my site regularly.


I was born in England in the countryside.I was raised on a farm in Dorset worked in a factory and for the british army as an officers batman before working with kids full time for four decades.As a play leader/manager of adventure playgrounds and community schemes and projects in the UK.


I originally began writing poems for friends when i was in my late teens.My influences have been Dylan(BOB),KEATS and William BARNES the Durzet dialect poet of dorchester.


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                     Durzet Pastimes


Twas when i was a young lad of durzet breed

that i understood the lives they lead

i watched those rolling caravans

those heather-ed sprigs in outstretched hands


Old darky he could play the accordion cool

old Smokey he was nobody's fool

the hills were full of pine and cone

wherein the valley was my home


The brickyard chimney towered so high

where birds and clouds just hurried by

the dartford warblers sang each day

to take those morning blues away


Life was hard but we were free

we had our freedoms and our heritage history

where rabbits ran and fox chased game

where lords and ladies gained their fame


The canford manor and the magna road

the great ferns and Wallis downs

the fairground rides in old Poole town

the pottery arms and shovel inn

where reg got drunk just for his sins


The walks to market on rigwood road

the pony trap man with his load

the peddlers and the village dope

wash your face with carbolic soap


Before Mountbatten opened the pub

where Betty dated young john dove

where lads and lassies fell in love

beneath the stars and moon so grand above


                  Durzet Lullabyes

In durzet vor thee zun be high

ve gathered in the barn afore the skies

twas there i found my love at last

n kissed her in the meadows fast

afore the zun had grown smore to rest

i laid my ed pon her breasts

n there where swans did float on by

i loved her till my sap twere all run dry

the zunners played pon the morn

where lambs do play n babes twere born

the cock did crow n the birds did zing

oh to be in durzet in the spring


                     Durzet Views N tales

 Afine galleon sailed into durdle door

where the waves did splash upon the shores

where nearby lulworth cove gave pirates bold

secret caves to hide their treasure troves


Wool bridge manor by Egdon heath

thats where local zunners cut their teeth

on bere regis road the headless woman lived

near wareham forests where deer hid


at Poole bay by the lord nelsons inn

Gulliver the pirate went a courting

at Lilliput sands he sailed away

with contraband of tea almost every day

at least thats what the locals do say

to alderney manor studio

Augustus john the artist on Gypsy's pony rode

to kinsons Pelham's house where Gulliver lived

there they shared the yarns with jolly roger Sid


the Poole pirates are in the bay

when lady wishbone gave the canford kids a holiday

oh twas quite a durzet day

when the heather grew on stud-land bay


at swanage the secret seven met the famous five

when Enid blyton was so young and wise

she wrote great kiddies tales as her her enterprise

she made the laughter in their eyes


Baden Powell well formed the scouts at brownsea land

listen to the salvation army band

in days of yesterday and more

Thomas hardy wrote of Tess on egdon moor

so folks do come to Poole to find out more 


                  Before The Houses

From bourne valley bottoms along the dirt track

the caravans rumbled to lodge hills and back

through hedges laden with bramble and gorse

lovely chestnuts to nibble with our little horse


There at coy meadows we drank from the streams

little fresh springs and wonders to dream

there were gypsies at Beale's in town today

wel tell you your fortune then be on our way


The village kids saw us and give us the eye

our caravan homes smoked right up to the skies

with rabbits to ferret and hedgehogs to eat

songs around the campfire and family to meet


The wheels rolled there daily and the stars shone at night

there were folks in their glory and clothes to delight

there was food on the table and rugs on the floors

the candles were lit and designs on our doors


The music we played there with accordion Joe's

the songs that we sang were older than dough

there were times which were hard then and folks who did stray

but we were far wiser than many today


The grass grew so course and the daisies were spread

like creation was labeled for the good and the dead

the queen of the gypsies was dark and so rare

she had braided long hair and spent days at Poole fair


The wagons were rich and the lamps they were gold

the children danced naked upon their tip toes

the chaffinches sung at the break of the day

as we ambled along with our stories to say


Now there's just tarmac and tower park ridge

where once there was magic with old uncle Sid

they lived on the heath then when the land it was free

before lord guest sold it for houses for thee

                           Local Walks


Once we walked the moreton tracks

the tenko film set to wool and back

where they shot for the BBC

then they had their cups of tea


The reeds were high and the floor was mud

the trees were glory up above

the Japanese prisoner camp

the big screen lights and the fine reed mats


Close by the wool durberville bridge house

where men were transported for shooting rabbits and grouse

here where tom browns schooldays too were shot

as extras we didn't get a lot


Here we were in Hardy's fine country

with all that rugged purbeck stones scene

here were pony's with bridles free

the Gentry's land was home to me


Cross the egdon heath where the nuclear power station stood

by yonder streams and where we lived like Robbie hood

where tanks were fired each and every day

the grass was rich where we did play


The wee railway station still stands today

with routes from London to weymouth bay

with soldiers tall and calvary

we took or trips out to the swanage sea



                            Dorset Boyhood


It was a dorset boyhood

like a walk in the park

a stroll on the hillsides

or a light in the dark


All of the memories came flooding my way

the walk up at corfe on a summer bright day

the cows in the meadows and the lambs all at play

the horses out riding or the light in the bay


The cowslips and clover on top of the hill

the view of the valley where the rivers lay still

the steam train with hooting and the tears in your eyes

the walks across the purbecks all of my enterprise


The castle of adventure that beckons me there

with Enid blytons stories and the lights of the fair

the market at wareham and the walls that surround

the views from the meadows and the leaves on the ground


The boyhood that called me back once again

the sounds of the cuckoo and the chickens let out from their pens

the talk of the yokels with zunners a few

with daisy chains scattered with little boy blue


The chimes of the church bells at st Marys today

the run oer the heath lands where we did once play

the chase on the saw pits and the sandpit's each day

the lizards and grass snakes within the tall hay


The walks to stobourough to collect chestnuts at dusk

the lights in the harbor at Poole was a must

the pirates at lulworth with ships on display

with the durdle door opened and the ship in the bay


Its all just a memory and to reason to share

a walk through ole dorset beyond compare

with hardy and Lawrence at clouds hill remote

we lived in our dreams with our lives full of hope


                              Dorset Frolics


If you ever come to dorset

be it in summer or in winters snow

be sure to wear a smile

everywhere you go


For there's monkeys on the egdon heath they say

there's cuckoos in Stoubourgh ridge

there's swans upon the river Frome

at the Stour there's the dreaded midge


There's funny accents on the quay

on Warehams market day

there's couples laughing on the high town walls

then there's lambs at Wool you can see them play  


There's funny things to see they say

at Bluepool in the clay

there's a seventh wonder of the world

at Lulworths coves great bay


If you ever come to Dirset

be it Shaftesbury or Poole

don't forget to visit Wimborne

for there's yokels out there too


There's Victoria at Weymouth sands

where she went to bathe

there's Enid Blyton stories at Swanage here

I'm sure you'd be amazed  


Here is treasure island

they call it Brownsea now

there's sheep out in the meadows

with farmers milking cows


With Lawrence of Arabia

he fell on cloudy hill

there's tank to ride with prince Harry

at Bovington they chat about him still


There's caves and heaths to wander

purbeck hills to climb

corfes castle of adventure

to keep you young in mind


So if you visit Bournemouth

don't look for me out there

for I'm going off to Ringwood

to frolic at the fair