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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