Why would someone build a castle there
Where soil is scarce and little wants to grow
Except for moss and plants who only care
I do not trample on them as I go?
Why do I bother making secrets show,
Break down their walls, expose some inner thing,
Pretend this makes me worthy to be king?
Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto who also provided the photo.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 