~ Castles are such a common sight in England but have you ever wondered what a castle actually is? ~ Who built the first castle? ~ We are going to explore castle life and famous castles
~ Today english royalty the queen of england still wn several castles like windsr castle and the famous Tower of London ~ Lets explore kinights in shining armour and tales of princess castles ~ All pages suitable for castle lessonplans, unit studies and general learning about english castles and foreign equivalents ~ Here is a collection of inspiring Poems about castles ~ Families were the heart of the castle and the celebration of the family is often evident in poetic expressions about castles ~ castles are often used as a metaphor for our dreams, passions and ambition, our family home and unit.
The Castle Builder Castle Poem
A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes, A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks, And towers that touch imaginary skies.
A fearless rider on his father's knee, An eager listener unto stories told At the Round Table of the nursery, Of heroes and adventures manifold.
There will be other towers for thee to build; There will be other steeds for thee to ride; There will be other legends, and all filled With greater marvels and more glorified.
Build on, and make thy castles high and fair, Rising and reaching upward to the skies; Listen to voices in the upper air, Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.
Castle poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sand Castle Poem
OH, SAND CASTLE DAYS...
Sweet memories enhance The backwards glance Long into childhood's way, Hours by the sea Timeless, carefree Where the sun brightly shone
Every day, Looking out o'er the waves Soft, memory saves A joy that forever stays Held deep in that part Of one's innermost heart.. Of so happy, dear sand-castle days!
Castle poem by John McLeod
IN THE LIGHT OF THESE CASTLE HALLS
Years ago, my heart was drawn, By dancing feet and happy song, Many an hour, I played along, In the light of these castle halls.
Twas here I learned to play my harp, The songs to flow right from the heart, Twas here my journey, it would start, In the light of these castle halls.
For fame & glory I did seek, Away to the Fair on fleeting feet, For my destiny I was sure to meet, from The light of these castle halls.
For my journey, it was long, Silver and gold, I received for song, Yet for my friends, I did long, In the light of these castle halls.
And so, now I come, With happy heart and happy song, Again, I'm here where I belong, In the light of these castle halls.
Castle poem by Susan Dirks-Henry
Castle In the Air
CASTLES IN THE AIR
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone I build My castles in the air.
I dwell not now on what may be: Night shadows o'er the scene: But still my fancy wanders free Through that which might have been.
Castle poem by Thomas Love Peacock
The Castle Ruins Castle Poem
THE CASTLE RUINS
A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide, As soon s the zun begun to vall, We all strolld up the steep hill-zide To Meldon, gret an small; Out where the Castle wall stood high A-mwoldren to the zunny sky.
An there wi Jenny took a stroll Her youngest sister, Poll, so gay, Bezide John Hind, ah! merry soul, An mid her wedlock fay; An at our zides did play an run My little maid an smaller son.
Above the baten mwold upsprung The driven doust, a-spreaden light, An on the new-leavd thorn, a-hung, Wer wool a-quivren white; An corn, a-sheenen bright, did bow, On slopen Meldons zunny brow.
There, down the roofless wall did glow The zun upon the grassy vloor, An weakly-wandren winds did blow, Unhinderd by a door; An smokeless now avore the zun Did stan the ivy-girded tun.
My bwoy did watch the daws bright wings A-flappen vrom their ivy bowrs; My wife did watch my maids light springs, Out here an there vor flowrs; And John did zee noo towrs, the place Vor him had only Pollys face.
An there, of all that pried about The walls, I overlookd em best, An what o that? Why, I made out Noo mwore than all the rest: That there wer woonce the nest of zome That wer a-gone avore we come.
When woonce above the tun the smoke Did wreathy blue among the trees, An down below, the liven vok Did tweil as brisk as bees: Or zit wi weary knees, the while The sky wer lightless to their tweil
Castle poem by William Barnes
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