. Kilkenny Castle A moat runs dry revealing secrets buried those conquerors and conquered knights had known. The past, a relic—bits and pieces carried, some seen in present life, some overgrown by history’s décor. And at its core A castle built of wood and later stone. We in the present beg to learn of more; there’s so much yet—we yearn for what’s not shown. It’s set in time along the River Nore, a shield itself, medieval wear beside a sword of truth. The towers as before lend greening views extending far and wide where thoughts of chivalry like sunsets glow in one’s imaginings of great Strongbow. . . Presently Today, I’m listening to quiet Time. Today my porch enjoys an eerie calm An echo in fresh air afar—the balm Of bird song, happy nests—a kind of rhyme. A moment’s happiness within this clime Seaside and lying ‘neath a winded palm… At least to me it seems a kind of psalm That beckons thoughts as near as from the chime Of my grandfather clock that’s there inside My house. It chimes a generation’s sorrow At what a border used to mean—a wide Horizon line is not a thing to harrow Or to bend in this quick life’s long stride, Which brings me from my porch to our tomorrow. . . Lucia Haase has several books of poetry published and was recently included in a poetry anthology titled Symphonies of the Wild Hearted available on Amazon.com. She also recently had poetry accepted by several publications including Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, The Long Islander, Nostalgia Press, The Raven’s Perch, and POEM publication. She lives in Spring Valley, Illinois.