Carcassong
Highwaymen are looting on the roads beneath the Pyranees,
As abbots tend their gardens in the misty Marin breeze,
While knights are walled in cities with their castles, shields and shrines,
And farmers lie in fields while the sunshine grows the vines.
And the River Aude is rolling down
From mountain pass to coastal town,
And from the peaks we see for miles
The chequerboard of tiles.
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Ooh, this is great! I went on holiday to the area around Carcassonne because my family like the game so much – this poem has brought it all back to me.
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Good game, but it has nothing to do with the town, which feels like it’s taking place on a great flat expanse rather than at the foot of mountains – Bordeaux would have been a better name !
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