A little poem...

This is a poem I wrote a while back. Ireland is littered with the remnants of round towers which were mostly built by monks between the 9th and 12th centuries. They were used for protection from vikings and other unsavoury characters. The only access was half way up the wall and the ladder would be pulled up behind them. They would hide up there with their valuables until the attackers had given up and left.

Viking Dawn

Brick on brick build up the tower,

Brick on brick and higher and higher,

Quickly, quickly come invaders,

Bringing hate and fear and fire.

Round and round keep building building

Reaching reaching for the sky.

Onward onwards up towards safety,

In the tower the safety lies.

Now the tower lies lonely, empty.

All invaders long since gone

Only weeds and ghosts remaining,

Echoing that fiery dawn.