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On wet afternoons

We pay to visit

The English castles

Grim towers of stone

Ditches of defence

Arrow slits above

Fortified gateways



Charities now care

For their maintenance

Count the children’s coins

Provide guided tours

Sell home-made chutney

We wonder around

Tugging Welsh forelocks

Before these ruins



The sun sets blood red

Over broken walls

Where battles once raged

Making our way home

Our gnawing guilt still

Refuses to fade

Little reason now

For foes to invade.


copyright(c)David Subacchi.2013

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David Subacchi

Mon 22nd Jul 2013 22:13

Thanks very much for such positive and thoughtful feedback Dave.


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Dave Bradley

Mon 22nd Jul 2013 08:12

I like this. It's made me think, feel and remember all in one go. Think about the many issues connected with Welsh history, and the building of castles by both English and Welsh.
Feel a little of what it means to be Welsh. And remember many happy holidays and outings in that fascinating country. Thank you.

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David Subacchi

Sun 21st Jul 2013 21:53

You can find more of my poetry by searching on line for SUBACCHI+POETRY.

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