A Visit to Buckland Abbey

A Visit to Buckland Abbey

old pirates yes they rob i
sold i to the merchant ships

I have walked the flagstones that Drake walked
I have heard the whispers of his wife
left childless for the conquered seas,

minutes after they took i
from the bottomless pits

The house, magnificent, fit for a hero,
The treasure room still holds his drum
beaten as he beat the Spanish,

but my hands were made strong
by the hands of the almighty

A video presentation of a great Englishman
A dressing up box, for Tudor children photos
all this impresses my kids,

we flowered in this generation
triumphantly

Portraits of him hang with humidity controlled grandeur
Portraits seldom capture the man, but something
in a youthful face gives me shivvers,

won’t you help to sing
these songs of freedom

We leave to look at the gardens, Inigo Jones,
We leave content with the beauty we have seen
other echoes, are lost on the wind.

all i ever have
redemption songs

redemption songs

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2 Comments

Filed under Poems 2007-2009

2 responses to “A Visit to Buckland Abbey

  1. Duane Kirby Jensen

    Two stanza stand out:

    I have walked the flagstones that Drake walked
    I have heard the whispers of his wife
    left childless for the conquered seas,

    and

    Portraits of him hang with humidity controlled grandeur
    Portraits seldom capture the man, but something
    in a youthful face gives me shivvers,

    Much enjoyed.

  2. siphilbrook

    Thanks Duane

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