Walls of Stone
Walls of Stone
By Franklin Price
4/14/2015
Walls of stone surround the fields
All were stacked by hand
Removed from fields that they surround
To allow farming of the land
No mortar holding them in place
Some a thousand years I'd guess
With care each one was put in place
An awesome job I must confess
The walls go on for miles and miles
Up the hills and down
From one field to another
Until they reach an ancient town
A reconditioned castle
Is coming into view
Could have been in ruins
Imposing structure far from new
Dates to a time in history
Of dukes and serfs and knights
The classes were determined
Each had such different rights
Dukes lived in the castles
Owned all the land around
Serfs worked daily for the duke
Farmed the stone surrounded ground
Knights fought off invaders
Crusaders off to war
Jousting for entertainment
Prizes for the highest score
Dukes still hold some of the lands
Serf's descendant's have their own
Jousting knights on horses gone
Remaining still the walls of stone
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