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Thoughts, On Castle Naze.
Even the wind has forgotten them,
The wild eyed hill men,
Known only now in earth and in stone.
Their time came and passed,
But their memory will last,
In the cold mound play grounds,
Of the curlew and the lamb.
Their humanity is easy to see, if you will.
No mindless alien barbarity.
Their fears they carved deep in the hill.
Under sheep grass and scorched heather,
The hill fort and the sepulchre.
Where now full of scorn, the ravens dance,
And are forgotten by the wind.
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