In south Warwickshire’s verdant land,
A jewel shines, both vast and grand,
Burton Dassett’s Country Park,
A realm where nature leaves its mark.
Upon the hills, once quarried stone,
Now beauty reigns, a world unknown,
A lunar scape, with hues of green,
An earthly wonder, rarely seen.
The wind, it dances, kites take flight,
As stunt fliers revel in delight,
A hundred acres span this park,
Where whispers of the past embark.
O’er Leamington, Warwick’s grace,
And Banbury, the hills embrace,
Fox Covert’s woods, a path to roam,
A picnic spot to call our own.
By beacon and Magpie Hill we stand,
As remnants of the quarry span,
Warwickshire’s pride, in every season,
Burton Dassett, a jewel with reason.
