This article appeared in the Spring 1974 (Issue #35) edition of the Kent Archaeological Review.
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Lower Warbank (reflections on the site).
In summer nests the shy hedge-sparrow, And in the air swifts dart and turn Where men once fashioned spear and arrow, Or wove with loom and ground with quern. Where three unbridled asses graze, And aged horse may freely roam, The Roman walked in far-off days And later Saxon built his home. Where amidst many-coloured flowers Bees nectar seek in murmurous flight, The Briton spent his too-brief hours In ignorance of Caesar's might. Let us, whose time will come to die, Reflect our fate may be the same -- Beneath some future field to lie Without a record of our name.