Madingley Poem by Ben Littlechild

Madingley



Marble warriors stand tall and straight
on parade for eternity, all saluting the flag of a far off land.
Ghosts of wars past, a reminder of sacrifices made.
At the hall, a ghostly dance on Boxing Day
The lady is troubled and screams away
during the light, enlightenment follows, with quick wits of Cambridge fellows.

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