I wondered how the previous owners felt
on down through the centuries
when thy looked out from the battlements
into the horizon miles away
knowing all the land they saw
was theirs until their dying day.
19 September 2008
Authors Note:
This poem was written at the top of Carisbrooke Castle wall on the Isle of Wight.
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