Standing surrounded by turquoise-blue sea <br />Granite, stone upon stone forming strong walls <br />Which, towering upward, bedded yet free <br />From mortared restraint, such masonry calls <br />Across century's changes clarion clear, <br />Of unchanging craftsmanship, yet striven <br />In order for mining, year after year <br />To continue, without charity given. <br />Sightseers now peer to decipher names <br />Amid stones which hold mem'ries of men <br />Who laboured at building these bastion frames <br />Now weathered, wind-beaten, not knowing when <br />An Enforcement will order these ancient stones down. <br />Car-parking is planned for this side of town.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-heritage/
