The Norman Age

Poem By Mark Laing

Ten sixty six, the Norman Duke
Offended by English rebuke
Crossed the Channel to make his claim
To the English crown and eternal fame.

On Hastings Hill he met Harold's men
As Daniel into the Lion's den
And by end of day the Lion was dead
And the crown was upon William's head.

So History turns another page
As England enters the Norman age.

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