Dudley Castle — Home of my ancestors (from pentrace.net)
No Return
Ever Looking for his return,
From their tower the guard keeps watch,
Constant vigil kept through the day,
Maintained through the long dark of night.
The widow mother her vigil keeps,
While sweetheart prays that all be well
And we who wait do so in vain,
He’ll not be coming home again.
(My 21st great grandfather was John I de Sutton of Dudley Castle.)
Wow, I am in the presence of greatness. Or at least oldness. But I think those were tough times back then.
Pricilla, No you don't have to curtsy, but if you stop by the kitchen door they'll give you something good to chew on.
Shutterbug, Yes there are interesting tales, and I'll tell one soon. I enjoyed writing that poem, so I'm particularly please that you like it.
Clara, Yah. Me too. I guess by our generation we've gotten used to our modern conveniences.
Wowser! That's spooky looking. I think I like my little ranch house better than going back to the family castle.
Despite the look I'm sure there are interesting and fascinating tales lurking about. Love the poem by the way.
Do I have to curtsy?
akaGAGA, True, it is not homey in appearance. Daytime photos look better, but this one captures the starkness that goes with the verse.
Yowser! That's not a very homey looking place, is it? 🙂