Like fallen soldiers,
Lies in dismay:
Dislodged from home
And yet sitting in your shadow.
Nestle against grey stones walls
Or prop up metal fences.
Trees – now friendly neighbours who
Keep you company as the wind blows
Through abandoned doorways –
Once pulled you apart
As roots invaded the smallest crevasses.
Where are your knight’s of old?
Your visiting kings
And benevolent ladies?
Where are your roaring fires,
And woven tapestries –
Your life blood and homely solace?
Gazing out over heath and heather,
Embraces each curious tourist
With its bewitching charm.