Homestead the dog(homestead part 1)

 I find the castle and in turn the smaller homestead we occupy
The castle is seven storeys high, ot its first floor an opened plan cafe
Breakfast for the many guests who are accomodated there
On the elbow of the river and the ancient road

My homestead is called The dog
Bandits have died there
scratching out a living
From the climbers

Underestimating their resolve
The homestead represents sacred ground
Where families might tame the land
dig and build where noone else dared

Then bury the bandits who swoop in
Fertilize the gardens with their corpses
Allow their lives to have meaning
As they rot under the roots of our organic produce