The Folly

We came upon a Roman path
Whose tracks were worn with age
In summer by so many feet
And then with winter's rage

Up we climbed way up high
Till we reached an ancient tower
Went round the steps till we saw the sky
Above the old stone bower

We gazed for miles in wonderment
The sight that met our eyes
Green pastures, valleys, hills and trees
It was a great surprise

The wind did blow with mighty gust
Atop the tower that day
And as we gazed we thought about
Those men of yesterday

How did they toil with heavy stone
What help was there avail
And would the sun be shining then
Or was it winter's gale

A dream come true for me and you
A tower to explore
Praise to be to majesty
And to those men of yore

Brenda S. Warhurst

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