Battle to Hastings

Sea Canal

One gent and three brave ladies
Walked out from Battle in warm sun
Through wild forests and shaggy heath
Sheep dozed in cooling shade
Many years after ten sixty six.

Across a railway line and past a farm
They took the middle of three gates
Up a hill through a green meadow
At a pub hidden from the darkened path
Were served good cider and warm soup.

Past a church and fertile orchards
Trees heavy with green red apples
Over a hill they saw glimmering sea
Near an old minstrel's windmill
And walked down to the Saxon Shore.

By a canal built in Napoleon's time
Alas! too narrow for most craft
They walked at last to Fire Hills
Four rude ascents by seaside cliffs
And down into Hasting's folded roofs.