reclaimed old poem, Old Sarum

Old Sarum


We walked the fort’s green mound edge

Threw our eyes along the Roman roads

And pulled in the cool wind.

And waited to repel attackers.

It would have been easy from this green wall.


The bishop took his Cathedral two miles south

To New Sarurn. I can see the spire clearly this day.

I could almost see them walking down the road

Dragging the stone blocks.


The air is damp and cold.

We are among the first here today.

I wish we could come back in the night

And listen for the ghosts in the night

And stand guard together.

The roads stretch out to the horizon,


Thin lines stretched tight.

Pulling the forts together,

Stone beads on a frail string.



from A Quiet Perfect Year



Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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