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Jim O'Donnell

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Bagshaw Hall


Bagshaw Hall on Bagshaw hill
Built with love and goodwill
Standing since sixteen eighty four
Renovated so we can all ardour

Sitting high above the quaint old town
Bakewell scattered all around
Standing proud in all its glory
I’m sure this building can tell a story

From Bagshaw Hall we hear the sound
Church bells pealing all around
Luring folks to thier mystical sound
As they have done on years gone by

Thinking memories of the past
How much longer can this hall last
For three hundred years and more
The halls held open its front door

Through the good times and the bad
The halls strong walls were built to last
So Bagshaw Hall I give you good cheer
For at least the next three hundred years

14.03.2009
Bagshaw Hall
Manners Apartment

Submitted: Monday, April 27, 2009
Edited: Sunday, May 03, 2009
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  • Rookie - 222 Points Marie Shine (5/3/2009 6:26:00 AM)

    A nice poem about the delights of Bagshaw Hall.
    Well written and presented, with lovely pictures painted of the venue.
    A 10 from me.
    A pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

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