Down long twisting roads, Up hills very steep,
Over in the distance, The castle with keep.
A train goes past, With mass of steam,
Over bridge we travel, Of a small stream.
The ruins before me, So broken and worn,
Was damaged long before, Even I was born.
The castle before me, Defence it once stood,
With army's of men, Paid in their blood.
Now the only army's, Are of tourist kind,
To see a glimpse, What they might find.
Corfe castle in tatters, Is now guarded again,
But these broken walls, Never be the same.
S Walker wow what a great poem!! :)
H Mann just excellent conjures up the castle just nicely thank u xx