KING'S CLIFF
KING’S CLIFF
By the flowing, bubbling Tees
On gentle stroll for walker’s ease
At the end the head is raised
A striking sight to be appraised
This wall so strong with turret fierce
A battlement no one could pierce
Why were you built up so great?
Dwelt up there some potentate?
The briefest climb if legs are stiff
Will bring you out to that King’s Cliff
The name alone is eloquent
Of deepest past most redolent
Speaks to me of England’s dawn
A land from seven nations born
Old Chronicle has tale most dread
Seems in thee much blood was shed
Yet Domesday Book does wholly fail
On thy past to lift the veil
Your origins are lost to mist
Not easy placed in any list
Seat of Edwin, one of three
Who set these lands from pagans free
Beyond that the past is barred
Your deeper secrets fiercely guard
Though Time on thee has left no glyph
Still treasured is our Coniscliffe
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