Antonine's Wall no more
Mounts of earth the only remnant
And a millstone
Porridge persists across the millenia
I observe
The landscape shaped by the perpetual need to better
Ancient grave
Eons before the Romans
Outlasted alien settlers
Unearthed recently by an impatient farmer in need for drained land and pasture
The ancient lost to history
The sheep had wet feet anyway
Notes from the Borderlands
Published
Poetry by Nathalie 