Walls of M'DenaA Poem by JohnL
WALLS OF M’DENA
While eternal lizards flit
from shady borage onto sun-warmed stone,
old men sit on ancient walls,
watching history climb
from the sunlit sea, up to the noble city.
Ancient man, Phoenician, Roman -,
Saracen who laid the plan.
Norman King , Knight of St John,
Napoleon, his looting general
thrown from these very walls.
The French in turn, drummed out by Nelson,
who moved the city’s power toward the sea,
causing it’s silence, until
after beating back the Hun,
Britain also left, leaving behind an infrastructure,
and Malta at last to be her own,
But always, old men
sit
watchful
upon the walls.
John L. Berry
© 2008 JohnLAuthor's Note
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Added on June 3, 2008 AuthorJohnLWirral Peninsula, United KingdomAboutI live in England, and love the English countryside, the music of Elgar and Holst which describes it so beautifully and the poetry of John Clare, the 'peasant poet' and Gerard Manley Hopkins, which d.. more..Writing
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