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Kent Archaeological Review extract

Lower Warbank (reflections on the site).
by George Driscoll.

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.
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