A poem about the castle.

 

"Like a sentinel tall on the edge of a cliff,

The ruins of Slains Castle stand;

The windows, like eyes without sight, stare out

At the sea and the land.

 

The walls once so stout crumble slowly away;

The tower where the flag proudly flew,

Gives a thrill to the daring, who climb to the top,

The landscape around to view.

 

The dungeon below is still to be seen;

The gardens neglected and bare;

How sad it all is-

When the Earls of Erroll once lived so happy there."

 

E.F.M.C