This article appeared in the Autumn 1972 (Issue #29) edition of the Kent Archaeological Review.
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To a Wagtail.
(which nested on the Lower Warbank Site in 1972).
Long, long have you inhabited these regions -- Before the native tribesmen turned to fight In vain when the robust invading legions Marched to impose on Britain Roman might, And you have heard, whilst in these woodlands ranging Celtic, then Latin, then the Saxon tongue -- But, whilst the speech of men is ever changing, Your own sweet notes unaltered still are sung. Today you fly from fence to post, distressed At a new strange incursion of mankind -- Fear not! for no-one seeks to harm your nest, These labours are to other ends designed. Men, and their customs, come and go away, Your passing generations constant stay.