My feeble words can't start to show,
The sights that set my heart aglow,
As they must have stirred the Roman hearts,
Of warriors camping in these parts,
Though centuries flow swiftly by,
Much still remains for you and I,
To learn of Suffolk's distant past,
From coins they lost, and gear off cast,,
Which come to light now and again,
As we plough a field, or dig a drain.
I wonder , in those days of old,
Did they hate the damp and cold?
Were they glad to get away?
Or really wish that they could stay,
Some say they longed for Rome their home.
That theory, I'd dispute quite hotly,
As I roam the countryside 'round Otley.
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