‘The View From The Master’s Window’
© Joe Canning 2016. All Rights Reserved.
The photograph is beautiful, of that there is no doubt,
but think beyond that scene my friend to times of hungry mouths
When beggars begged from servant girls outside the master’s door
and hounds were set upon them to protect the master’s store.
Think about the servant girls that scrubbed and toiled and cleaned.
and henchmen whipping peasants ’til they dropped dead in the fields.
Yes, what a pretty picture of those mountains climbing high,
silent witnesses to crimes my friend, old poets have described.
Think of fancy silks that once the selfish gentry wore,
young ladies seeking fortunes marrying old men to have more,
cavorting with the coachmen to fulfil their lustful greed,
and servant girls being forced to serve the master’s lecherous needs.
Think of slaving labourers as they sweated in the glen,
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