A Guided Tour. Poem by sylvia spencer

I was once full of chivalry but now I am neglected
as my heart breaks over the land I protected.
In my prime I was as nobel as a king but now I am
just an old tourist thing.They tread my battlements
and tour my keep, every day being taken round by
a guide just like a shepherd with his sheep.
Gone are the days when arrows were flying and all
I could see was the enemy dying.Bolders flying and
cannons crashing but that's all gone and my hopes
are dashing.
I am just an old castle but I still have a heart so for a
short while I would like to relive my start
I was built on a hill over looking the land, with granite
and stone I looked so grand. I fought in wars and my did
duty then I became part of plunder and booty.
Those were the days of Barons and Earls and as time
went on they wore wigs with curls.
I started to fall when Nelson was at sea, while he fought at
Trafalgar no one bothered about me.
I had been robbed of my stone to build homes and walls
just robbing me blind, those selfish fools.
Now I stand as a monument of time protected by National
Trust so I don't decline.I have stood for centuries in a world
of my own but now I am trapped in my winter with grass
and stone. I'll never be able to fight again because now I
am being conquered by wind and rain. I now have to build
my castle's in the air because all what's left is tourism and
despair.