the real servant.
CUPPED WATERS RUNNING THROUGH CLEAN HANDS.
WITH FINGERS PICKING THE JUICIEST PLAN.
SCRUMPTIOUS FOOD TO MIX WITH THE BREAD.
PLUMS OF GOODNESS IN TECTURES FED.
WALLS OF ROCK PROTECT THE CAVE.
MONSTERS FLOCK WHEN THEY SEE US BRAVE!
NAKED AND RAMPANT LIKE DEVILS TO THEM!
WAKENING THEIR NIGHTMARES OF WHAT THEY HAVE SEEN.
THE CLOTHED AND CAMMOFLAGED INVADERS CAME!
BURNING NOT FISH BUT OURS AND OUR WAINS!
THE CAVES WERE NOW OUR PRISONS.
AND THE BRAVES BECAME DEVISIONS.
THE GLENS AND HILLS AND ISLANDS GALORE.
WHERE ALL THE MEN TROD WELL BEFORE.
THE DEVILS AND IDOLATORS HAD TO FALL!
SO THEY JUST BUILT A PLACE CALLED HADRIANS WALL!
WHICH SIDE OF THE DYKE ARE YOU STANDING IN?
THE CONQUERORS?OR THE LOSERS TO SCOTLAND?
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Stimulating poem, it holds the readers interest...
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
Great line: " Plums of goodness in tectures red" however I do believe
you meant to type: "Plums of goodness in textures red" This poem
contains some interesting rhyme and solid imagery! I enjoyed the
tone and the mood of this piece!