Marilyn Shepperson (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)
A Stone Tower
There is a tower you can climb
Up the winding inside stairs
And at the top, there's a fantastic sight
Of all the surrounding countryside
If you view the stones, you'll see inscriptions
Names and dates, I think some are a hoax
But now come again down to the bottom
And enter the cellar, through the barred door
Look for one stone near the floor
Some words have been carved that intrigue me most
They read, ' I was here. God help me'.
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