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Ode to Kimball Castle - 2014

I stand in granite grandeur, watching the boats go by-
To this day- some large, some small- they wave-
I see the islands of the Big Lake beckon me, to stand tall-
My view is 300 degrees of The Broads-
Do not ruin my view by crushing my skeleton, my sight-

I will not fall willfully-
I am of English Oak and local granite-
I am steadfast- I still breathe-
Why am I the only one speaking for myself?

Charlotte Kimball willed me as a "nature preserve"-
She even funded it, forever-
You callously diverted the funds, desiring to segment my land for profit-
Shame on you- Greenbacks over Nature?

Bengamin built me in 1897 to 1899- I am older than you-
Italian stone-makers and laborers made me strong-
The men were housed on the Lady of the Lake at the base of my land-
She was moored there for them to reside, until my doors were opened-

I am the "Lady of Locke Hill," as well-
People have hiked me, they have skied me- that was the intent, now lost in thicket and overgrowth, and shattered stone-
Now you see me as a cairn, a Joshua pile of stones, not a home, not a castle-
Cairns guide you forward; You take me backwards-

I still see the lake, the boats and the mountains-
Do not destroy me- I am still useful-
I am a Castle, a Fortress and I will not go easily into the night-
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J P Polidoro 1-14-14

 
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