The Razing Of Camelot Poem by Bryan Sefton

It's all gone now
Now there are houses as far as the eye can see
And a forest of T-V ariels instead of the tall majestic trees
That were oh, so welcoming on hot summer days
To a group of young schoolboys let out to graze
Like pit ponies brought up the shaft
And we too had been held down in deep, dark, winding, dismal tunnels
Tunnels of fathomless maths. Just as black. Just as treacherous
And we knew, yes we knew how the pit pony feels
To run, jump roll and kick up the heels high into the air
Free! Free! Without a care, hear me shout you trees! Without a worry
There is no better place to be in all of a Gods great big wonderful universe
Then here. Hear me shout, you trees. Than here I say.On this particular day.
Oh yes, on that particular day back then. Back when?
Oh, a million years ago it's got to be
It stands like some half forgotten story someone may have told to me
It stands, along with Arthur's castle, wreathed in the mists of time
And the Lady of the Lake threatens to drag it down to be lost forever
Along with Excalibre