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I spent hours playing there as a child
hide and seek, much beguiled
We built a raft at the rear
crossed the moat to commandeer.
School holidays were the best
camping, blood hill on its crest.
A stones throw from the castle
in the evening we'd do battle.
Cowboys and Indians the usual start
not that you could tell apart.
Catapults, clay balls ammunition
load up and take position.
“At them when they cross the moat
keep firing sink their boat”
No one ever really won
by crikey it was good fun.
Sometimes I went alone
around the moat I'd roam.
Water hens at the base of reeds
buntings flutter in the breeze.
Kirby Castle was the home of Lord Hastings.
Richard 111 murdered him without trial.
hide and seek, much beguiled
We built a raft at the rear
crossed the moat to commandeer.
School holidays were the best
camping, blood hill on its crest.
A stones throw from the castle
in the evening we'd do battle.
Cowboys and Indians the usual start
not that you could tell apart.
Catapults, clay balls ammunition
load up and take position.
“At them when they cross the moat
keep firing sink their boat”
No one ever really won
by crikey it was good fun.
Sometimes I went alone
around the moat I'd roam.
Water hens at the base of reeds
buntings flutter in the breeze.
Kirby Castle was the home of Lord Hastings.
Richard 111 murdered him without trial.