CASTLES
CASTLES
On wet afternoons
We pay to visit
The English castles
Grim towers of stone
Ditches of defence
Arrow slits above
Fortified gateways
Charities now care
For their maintenance
Count the children’s coins
Provide guided tours
Sell home-made chutney
We wonder around
Tugging Welsh forelocks
Before these ruins
The sun sets blood red
Over broken walls
Where battles once raged
Making our way home
Our gnawing guilt still
Refuses to fade
Little reason now
For foes to invade.
copyright(c)David Subacchi.2013
David Subacchi
Mon 22nd Jul 2013 22:13
Thanks very much for such positive and thoughtful feedback Dave.
David