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