Lawrence Castle

Lawrence Castle

A Poem by Arthur Gordon
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A poem about a lovely castle where I now live

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                                      LAWRENCE  CASTLE

   by Arthur Gordon

 

                                    Lawrence Castle is an ancient single tower,

                              With grey stone castellated crown,    

                                    It sits at the top of the hill,

                                    Miles from the nearest town.  

           

                                    The walls are damp with a mottled hue,

                              It stands alone, aloof and cold,

                              A testament to medieval times,

                              As to its history, many a story has been told.

 

                              There are myths of sieges and battles,

                              The castle was a vantage point to spy the land,

                              Once it was busy with livestock and people,

                              Ready to fight against any evil hand.

 

                              It bears a flagpole but now there is no flag,

                              The castle has a forlorn, sad air,

                              Wind and rain have blasted its rugged walls,

                              Slowly the tower has fallen into disrepair.

 

                              Above the castle, hanging in the sky,

                              Buzzards glide with silent ease,

                              Surveying their kingdom,

                              Riding the early morning breeze.

                              Below the castle lies a dark wood,

                              With elm, oak, pine and yew,

                              A forest as timeless as England,

                              From seedlings the trees gradually grew.

 

                              In spring, Haldon Forest begins to awake,

                              A carpet of glorious bluebells emerge on the forest floor,

                              A hazy mist of azure blue flowers,

                              There is darkness no more.

 

                              The bluebells and trees sway in the wind,

                              The movement brings splashes of light,

                              Birds sing in the trees and bushes,

                              They sing the joys of nature with pure delight.

 

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                               Copyright Arthur Gordon 2018

© 2019 Arthur Gordon


Author's Note

Arthur Gordon
Lawrence Castle is a monument in Devon

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Arthur Gordon
Arthur Gordon

Paignton, Devon, United Kingdom



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I am a new novice writer/poet, I live in Paignton in South Devon England. I was born in Glasgow Scotland, and much of my work is very Scottish, my influences and inspiration come from my Scottish root.. more..

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