On Hadrian’s Wall by Bethan Donoghue

The morning mist rises, revealing it’s secret.
The sun’s first rays kiss the cold stones as they have done for centuries.
It stands alone strong, proud, tall,
A symbol of the past.

You can see the wall’s story in its shadows
And hear it’s history in the silence.
Its future is its past.

The creak of the trees and the wisp of the grass
Resonate memories of ancient times.
Every time the sun sets it stands alert,
Ready for the next day coming.

Its past is locked in the stones.
Its future is an open door.
Step into yesterday today…

By Bethan Donoghue, Aged 10 years, July 2003
Rickelton Primary School, Tyne and Wear. Joint Winner