Conwy Castle

Approaching Conwy Castle
Like reliving a past life
A soldier at the battlements
A world of dark and strife
Tough the stones and the waterside
It takes your breath away
The Kings quarters
And The ten foot wall
Good protection so to say

From hoarding troops
With muskets firing
The walls are in the way
Bullets bursting all about
Cannonballs up in the sky
Moving on, its lots of tourists
Cameras clicking by and by

Feet on the ground
The smell of cordite
A walled city all aglow
It really is now so impressive
Everybodys in the know
Fire and brimstone
Chances lances
Protect the king at all cost We
Its cold and bitter
We must be fitter
To serve our King
potentially.