Crane your neck back,
look up the castle wall,
which almost touches the sky
to see the platform there.
Your heart skips a beat,
when you see the narrow stairs.
Fingers crossed you begin your accent
up the narrow curving stairwell,
to the top of the castle wall.
The breeze ruffles your hair,
as you walk slowly around the fortifications there.
The worst is yet to come,
coat off, lay on your back,
to do the daftest thing of all.
You lean back through the narrow gap,
bend your head backwards,
and kiss a stone in the castle wall.
Great poem David... I am sorry human beings do the stupidest things some times.. Why its tradition..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do people ever wonder who was the last person to kiss it before they did? How many millions of germs are on that thing? I enjoyed reading this poem. Thanks for posting.