In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;
Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the
town.
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I thought you might like to know that my father who was born in September 1915 - over a year into the First World War - was called Roland because his mother read this poem just before he was born.
.....a most incredible write...love the rhythm. ★