Homage to Swanage by Elvis McGonagall
A poem written to celebrate the re-opening of Swanage Library in July 2011If you're sick and tired of the big city smoke
If you need to escape and be a refugee —
Come and swan around Swanage
Old London by the sea
"Come unto these yellow sands"
To a landscape that'll steal your heart
Come sit by the shore with Augustus John
Come to Swanage, a surreal work of art
Framed by ancient cliffs and downland
Sitting snug in a horseshoe bay
Bathed in gentle Dorset sunshine
Sculpted from limestone, chalk and clay
One time Swanawic, sprung from a mill pond
Fishing village and seaside port
Turned elegant, swellegant watering place
Come to Swanage, a Victorian resort
Where the past is cloaked in mason's stone dust
Where the sea-spray air is fresh 'n salty
Where memories of childhood holidays are made
Swanage — the birthplace of Basil Fawlty
Come and perambulate along the Pier
Promenade on the Parade
Laugh at the Punch and Judy man
Grab your bucket and spade
Eat fish 'n chips, play crazy golf
Have a Chococo sundae Purbeck ice cream
Then pedal a pedalo beyond the Isle of Wight
Or do nothing in a deckchair but dream
Sit on top of the world at Durlston
Look out across the Globe to the earth's farthest corner
read the words written in "great nature's open book"
Wonder at the glory of her flora and fauna
Where golden samphire, tamarisk and spider orchids grow
Where gulls, guillemots and gannets criss-cross
Watch yellowhammers and Adonis Blue butterflies
Behold The Lesser Spotted Jonathan Ross
Stand beneath a Hyde Park Corner Archway
Step across the House of Commons floor
Lean on balustrades of Billingsgate
Clock the clock-less clock tower and more
See sights that say "St Anne's of Soho"
"St George's, Hanover Square"
Never mind the bollards — you're not lost
There's a load of cast-irn bollards everywhere
Spot half of London's fixtures and fittings
marvel at monumental relic rescue
Thanks to Mowlem 'n Burt — recycling kings
The top-hatted Steptoe and Nephew
Toil with the ghosts of the quarrymen
Cut the paving slabs for streets unknown
Listen to the echoes of hammer and chisel
The chipping and the shipping of the stone
Go Jurassic, get palaeontological
Become an apostle of the fossil
Walk in the footsteps of dinosaurs
Dig down and discover the colossal
Turn back time two hundred million years
Touch the immemorial, sense evolution's reach
There's crocodile teeth those whaleback hills
There's bones in them stones on the beach
Come to Thomas Hardy's Knollsea
Feel the pages of a novel come alive
Come to Enid Blyton's Toy Town
Fall into an adventure with the Famous Five
Steam through history on the railway line
Take a day-trip to where royalty fell
Climb the ramparts of a ruined castle
Go loco on the "Wessex Belle"
Fly with the bats into Tilly Whim Caves
Smuggle rum 'n brandy in a bootlegger's box
Dive deep among the wrecks of the wild waves
Hear the bells ring beneath Old Harry Rocks
Fancy dress up to the nines on New Year's Eve
Have a night 'n day Hogmanay rumpus
Set off on a pilgrimage along Priest's Way
Drink a pint in the shrine that is the Square and Compass
Join windswept cows on the coastal path
Paddle at the water's edge
Set sail and swim with the dolphins
Dance on a marble ballroom ledge
Enter the gates of Tony Hancock's alma mater
Come and get a bit of Swanage knowledge
Find all the facts that you need — in the library
Use it — it's your free college
Come to jazz — blues — folk — film festival
Where life is a carnival - regatta old chum
Be disarmed by old-fashioned charm
Relax and let yourself succumb
Yes come and swan around Swanage
Be seduced by its siren call
Come and see Old London by the sea
And you might just never leave at all
Elvis McGonagall
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