At Stirling Castle
At Stirling Castle, history,
Imparted by a guide,
Allows us to imagine
What the artifacts provide.
The weapons and the uniforms,
The chambers and decor,
All displayed in ways to show us
Things we’ve never seen before.
Yet upon some walls are tapestries
Depicting what we know
Of the story of the unicorn
And how they laid him low.
For most visitors, they’re magic
And, although we were impressed,
They are copies of originals
And don’t quite pass the test.
In New York, we have the Cloisters
With those tapestries on view
And we’ve seen them many times
Because that’s what we tend to do.
We may not have ancient castles
Back at home, but we have art,
Often purchased by the moguls,
Super-rich and super-smart.
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