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Rokeclif and Barrow-hame
 by Brigid Kavanagh
Shire of Rokeclif

Deep within the forest glen, 
Two villages dying, that once were friends. 
Now they play a bitter game 
Rokeclif and Barrow-hame 

Then one day a stranger showed. 
Warned them of disaster that was foretold. 
Both villages were to lose their name. 
Rokeclif and Barrow-hame. 

In fear the two forgot their fight. 
Preparing for death, they began that night, 
To lay in plans to survive the flames, 
Rokeclif and Barrow-hame. 

Many years before them flew, 
The war now silenced, the villages grew. 
Living in peace became their fame, 
Rokeclif and Barrow-hame. 

Then the stranger returned one night. 
They shouted at him, angry in their fright. 
For they thought he had played a cruel game, 
Rokeclif and Barrow-hame. 

"Had you continued your silly war" 
"Your fate would be sealed, I can say no more," 
"Be at peace, things are not the same." 
"Rokeclif and Barrow-hame." 

They looked in wonder, and in delight. 
For truly was gone that terrible fight. 
In friendship they now lived again. 
Rokeclif and Barrow-hame.
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