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Hadrian’s Wall

Sat still beside the river bank
Where willow weeps in quietened hush
And tides drift in o’er rocks and stones
A whisper weaves through the Bulrush

A whisper singing in the breeze
That’s heard but now not seen
With tales of life in Roman times
With sounds that once have been

A whisper conceived from babbling brook
Of mighty fortress set nearby
With barracks leading to a bridge;
The garrison’s distant cry

A whisper full of ancient smells
And sights of waiting crowds
Arriving at the guarded gates
To censor those allowed

And from those whispers back in time
Where legacy met emperor’s call
An empire’s northern post remains
In Hadrian’s epic Roman wall



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