Manorbier CastleA Poem by Chris Shaw
Perched high above a peaceful beach
with splendid views across the coast, come visit Manorbier with me, a castle haunted by old ghosts. Baronial home of Norman style, it's stood the test against the gales, a treasure gem in Pembrokeshire, much loved by Gerard son of Wales. The masonry of limestone built, and crafted by fine skillful hands. Its turrets, towers, round and square though aged and wind-worn, upright stand. With strong and crenellated walls, unspoiled by Medieval gloom, no savage blows by evil foes have turned this place to silent tomb. A quiet solitude pervades, to capture mood of years gone by. the chapel and the gatehouse near and inner ward has views of sky. On cloudless days this spread of blue can fall to greet a sparkling sea and from the heights ones eyes can roam to cast around on green country. Neat borders edge the new cut grass stocked full with flowers in fine bloom, the colour lifts the whole display and air is scented, sweet perfume. I've stood and felt enchanted here, looked back to times of toil and strife. Heard strings plucked on a soulful harp and mused on being Baron's wife.
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15 Reviews Added on August 21, 2018 Last Updated on August 21, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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