Looking for Romans
wall signposts
We scaled Hadrianís Wall, walked for miles
searched stones and mounds at Housesteads.
Visited the museum; read the boards,
peered into display cases.
On a wet afternoon watched soaked archaeologists
scrape, sponge and trowel through mud.
Clambered over ruins,
scoured the Centre of Britain, not a sign.
Finally found them
in the car park at Vindolanda;
three live legionaries  
dressed to the hilt, leaning on the bus,
finishing their fags
before boarding the AD122.

Ann Gibson

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Ann Gibson would be pleased to hear them.