a poem in my pocket

Stirling Castle – main gate

upon sill’s glaciated crag

stone walls still stand

as ramparts command

crossing of river Forth

cobblestoned court within

ancient cemetery without

flags fly proud heraldry

tasseled tartans wave

hart hides in old forest

hounds give baying chase

magic harp plays minstrel

ballad sung in six cantos

Wallace won bridge

Bruce besieged English

James built royal palace

Mary in chapel crowned

cannons military presence

spark modern imagination

Holy Rude bell tolls history

of the legendary Snowdoun

Read Sir Walter Scott’s poem, “The Lady of the Lake”, with home-educated son.  Linking to dVerse poetics prompt “if walls could talk” with Mish.