The rounded Tower upon the hill

With its mortared wall;

An imposing structure still

A symbol to us all.


Of ancestors long since past

Who walked this sacred land;

When the Invader’s net was cast,

To defend they took a stand.


Here they faced the Viking

And withstood the Dane;

As many a day was breaking

They fought those out for gain.


I hear their cries from long ago

At the Tower on the hill;

Forever fighting a savage foe,

Their spirits are there still.


Monty Alexander 14.7.96

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