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Passing By

How many years have these stones Here stood? Mute watchers of hurrying seasons Here where once lived voices ‘Neath turf and heather roofed Lie now open to storms hungry soul Windows where eyes once gazed On walls and ferns and burn below Now lie open to the clouds Like needle eye unthread All is silent now Except for winds harsh howl Garden grazed by black faced sheep Lichen grows on fireplace Where peat a family kept warm All is cold now Untended Unheeded As I walk on 18/09/1998
Published inJourneyMemoryPoemRemembranceWalk

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