There at Sycamore Gap,
I stood for centuries,
Next to Hadrian's wall,
A wonderful sight to see.
Many people flocked to see me,
I never stood alone,
But in the hands of demons,
Sadly i'm no more.
Felled by evil destruction,
I'm finally laid to rest,
No longer, to look down upon
this homeland i loved best.
Jayne Louise Davies
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