Rambling Thoughts
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Shanith De Mel, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2012
Walking up the same dew-filled moor
As thousands had before me,
It makes me wonder who had been here
And whether they had been friendly?
Vikings, Normans and Stone-Aged men,
Who's words I probably cannot decipher,
Would only be one percent
Of the people who had lived here.
Animals, too, probably all kinds
in weird shapes and sizes;
And their owners, honest men?
Or sad and selfish misers?
And also, from the Middle-Ages,
Men in castles and their knights?
And what if here, this very spot
There had been vicious fights?
As this moor-land path comes to an end,
So does my reminisce;
'bout people who lived long ago,
On this rugged field, so hard to miss.